Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

nbsp; Our bodies melted together in a sexual dance that should have been far too provocative for strangers. My heart raced and a wash of heat rushed from my thighs up to my sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had such a heady reaction to anyone, let alone a man who didn’t know my name any more than I did his.

Did he do this often? I knew I sure as hell didn’t.

I swallowed down a sudden flood of panic. I glanced around us. No one was paying attention to us.

His thumb was at my chin again, dragging my gaze back to his.

“Right here,” he mouthed.

I swallowed and tried to step back. He brought his hand to my hip and caught my hand with his other, lacing our fingers. His skin was smooth with a ridge of calluses along his palm. The beat of the song was harder, darker than the previous ones played.

I moved into him this time.

Maybe I didn’t want the link broken. Just for a few more moments.

The tingle along my thighs grew with each brush of his. The roll of his hips in time to the song changed the simple buzz to a surge. My nipples throbbed and my thighs were soaked under my skirt. Arousal slammed into me. Panic licked along my lower spine and activated my flight response.

Dancing was one thing. More?

No, that wasn’t me.

I twisted away and pushed my way through the dancers. The murmur of pissed off people doubled. The next song was a Britany remix that had the room pulsing again.

My heart crashed in my ears as I finally broke free from the dance floor.

Don’t do it. Don’t turn around.

But I couldn’t help myself. I glanced back to see if my mystery man was following, but he was not.

He’d probably moved on to the next girl.

So stupid. He’d probably lost interest the moment I’d pulled back like a frightened virgin.

Worldly. Yeah, that was me.

I might know how to find my inner dancing queen, but the vixen half of me had yet to figure out how to play.

I placed my hand over my midriff. Everything was still buzzing and fluttering madly. I tugged my shirt down, then smoothed my skirt. Disappointment crashed into self-preservation.

Besides, there was no way I could test the waters with someone like that. I was better off with Jason. He was one of my temps at work. He’d been asking me out for the last three weeks. He was sweet and would undoubtedly take his time—and surely let me take mine.

I’d been putting him off because he was my employee, but the season was officially over tomorrow. At least the Christmas season, which pretty much floated most of my business for the year. Maybe if he asked me again, I’d have to just say yes for once.

Eyes the color of blue flame flashed into my head. Intense eyes. Hooded eyes with slashing cheekbones, giving his face arresting angles.

A man like that didn’t seem nice. He’d take and demand.

Damn if that didn’t give me a serious pause.

No. I shook my head firmly—not for me. The Jasons of the world were more my speed. My fingernails dug into my palms. I couldn’t even pull Jason’s face up at the moment. Kind brown eyes…maybe? Or were they hazel?

I straightened my shoulders and headed for the bar.

Those damn blue eyes were sticking. I had little doubt they’d follow me into my dreams tonight. Time to find Mel and get the hell out of here. I had a huge day ahead of me tomorrow anyway.

I could trust work.

I understood work.