Blyssful Lies (The Blyss Trilogy 2)

I’m left wondering if something was slipped into my drink, because he feels so good, too good. Either that or I’m wasted. I quit trying to figure it out and arch my neck, exposing more skin for his lips to sear as my traitorous body begins to demand more. I feel his low growl reverberate off my neck.

The man definitely has moves and a lot of experience in seduction. “Your little whimpers and moans are music to my ears, love,” he whispers against my sensitive flesh. “I love how you’re responding to me.” I exhale a shaky breath. Unfortunately, I love the sensations he’s bombarding me with at the moment too.

“Kiss me, Princess, and you will see stars.” His lips hover over mine, and his eyes are sultry and intense. “Love me, and I will give them to you.” He whispers the last words just before he brings his soft lips down on mine. I press my hard nipples into his solid chest and close my eyes as he takes over in a dominating kiss. My hands glide over his shoulders, finding their way to the nape of his neck as I thread my fingers through his hair.

When his tongue darts out to taste my lips, I respond by opening my mouth to him, needing more. He’s such an incredible kisser; the self-indulgent feelings have me whimpering into his mouth. “Oh, God, Princess, you’re killing me.” I can’t think straight as the warmth of his tongue slides over mine. His kiss tastes like liquor spritzed over mint, and I can’t get enough of him. His fiery tongue melts the savory goodness into mine, allowing the flavor to meld into my taste buds, becoming a part of me. I’m already drunk, I know it, but I’m getting plastered from his kiss.

Our breathing grows heavy together, and I wonder if we’re going to make it off the dance floor in one piece. “I need a break before I take you right here on this dance floor,” he breathes heavily over my lips with a husky voice. I glance up into his lust-filled eyes and a seductive smile spreads across my lips. I love seeing Nick out of control; it lets me know he’s human.

“Let’s see where your dinner is so we can eat, because I’m all too ready to pick up where we’re leaving off, but in private quarters.” He guides me from the dance floor with his hand possessively placed on the small of my back. This is the perfect opportunity to ask to visit the ladies room so I can have a serious conversation with my libido.

Once we step off the dance floor, I turn to Nick and demurely ask, “May I please go to the ladies room? I don’t know where it is.”

He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Of course, it’s just past this dance floor on the right.” He gestures with his hand while turning my body around, pointing me in the general direction. “I’ll be waiting for you at the table,” he whispers into my ear as he leans over my shoulder, his voice sending goose bumps down my arms.

I give him a slight nod and reply softly, “Thank you, I won’t be long.” I walk away as his hand trails off my shoulder and down my arm, as if he doesn’t want to let me go.

I find my way to the bathroom without a hitch and take care of business. The alcohol has made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, and I’m thankful for it. While I’m washing my hands in the warm water, I take a moment to reflect in the mirror before me. I hardly recognize myself. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten this dressed up. I feel extra fancy, especially since I’ve never had a professional stylist do my hair and makeup before. I always told my dad I could do it myself for the events I attended with him. The shimmering sequins and how they lay across the front of my bodice accentuate my breasts, and the color of the dress compliments my fair skin. I look older, more sophisticated, and yet at the same time my eyes reveal a jaded and wearisome knowledge.

Nick has destroyed my life, and it’s this very thought that begins to cool off my libido, despite my inebriation. My fists clench under the running water in frustration as I realize how foolish I was to think I could go without at least one dose of Blyss. I need its mind-altering attributes right now in order to successfully follow through with making love with him. I close my eyes against my reflection and shake my head. It wouldn’t be considered making love; we would be having corrupted, licentious sex. Maybe if I have one more glass of wine it will get me through the rest of this evening unscathed. I have to follow through, especially if I’m to ever earn his trust. Then, perhaps, I can acquire a little freedom as I create a well thought out plan to finally escape. I steal a deep breath for courage, turn off the water, and dry my hands. I stand tall with determination, sway, and then stifle a giggle. The state of mind I’m currently in ought to make things a little more interesting.