The music, the sounds of conversation and laughter, the sporadic tinkling of glasses…everything faded from her mind except for the smell and feel of this man.
“Talk to me, Naya,” Luke groaned. He could see her lips pursing, her eyes closed with her long, dark lashes against her pale skin. He wanted this woman like he’d never wanted another woman in his life. But she kept pulling back.
Was it just the chase that he was craving? Was Naya’s resistance simply the spice he’d been looking for in his life? He’d been bored lately, but never had he suspected that a woman could fill that void.
Naya was definitely beautiful and had a body a man would gladly kneel down and worship. What was it about her that made him ache in ways he hadn’t ever thought possible?
Consciously or unconsciously, he had danced the two of them towards the edge of the dance floor. With a few more steps, they were out of the ballroom in the unoccupied hallway.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were sultry, unconsciously beckoning him closer. “Luke,” she whispered. “You’re not broccoli.”
Luke had absolutely no idea what she meant by that, but he couldn’t pull away from her. Pinning her up against the wall, his body pressing against hers, he kissed her, his hands moving over her tiny waist as he pulled her against him.
His mouth covered hers as he kissed her, his tongue moving against her lips until she opened her mouth and kissed him back. And then it was all over for him. He wanted her. She was in his arms. He was going to enjoy this moment to the fullest.
Naya couldn’t believe it when he started kissing her. She didn’t even stop to look around, trusting that he wouldn’t be doing this in front of others. A part of her mind realized that they were in a darkened hallway, but nothing else registered except his mouth, his body and the way he was moving against her.
She wanted more! And she whimpered when he wouldn’t give her more. Her hands slid higher, her fingers curling into his hair, pulling at the black strands as she struggled to press herself against him, to feel him tighter against her curves. He was pressing against her in all the right ways, but it still wasn’t enough.
She tore her mouth from his, needing oxygen, but he only moved his lips and his teeth lower, nipping at her neck, her ear, her collarbone, and causing the air in her lungs to gush out with wonder and shock at how much she needed from this man.
His hands touched her breasts and she cried out, almost toppling over. The only thing stopping her was his hard body pressing against hers, his hands holding her steady. It was all too much and still not enough!
“We have to get out of here,” Luke groaned.
“Why?” she asked, pressing her lips against his neck, loving the way he shuddered with her touch. It was nice to know that she could engender the same feelings in him that he was doing to her.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them to the wall behind her. “Naya,” he called out, but her breasts distracted him, the creamy tops revealed by the lower cut of her dress. It wasn’t overly revealing, not like some of the women who ventured into these events, but nor could it ever be classified as demure. With Naya’s figure, demure wasn’t possible. She was just too voluptuous.
“Naya!” he repeated, louder this time. When her eyes opened and she looked up at him, he still wasn’t sure she was listening to him. “Naya, we’re walking out of here. My place is only five minutes away, okay?”
She shivered at his voice, loving the command in his tone. “Why would we leave? I just got here about,” she glanced at his watch and gasped. “No! I’ve been here for two hours?”
He would have laughed at her horror if he wasn’t in so much pain to have her naked and in his bed. “Naya, we’re leaving.”
She shook her head. “I can’t,” she told him and pulled her wrists from his grip. “You’re not broccoli.”
He rolled his eyes. “I have no idea what that means, but we’re…”
She knew that she wasn’t making sense, but she couldn’t help it. He was making her crazy! “No, Luke. We’re not leaving here. And you’re not supposed to be touching me.”