“What are you doing?” My jaw dropped as he threw the phone onto the bed.
“Something I should have done as soon as you came out of the bathroom.” He spun me around and kissed me hard, his lips crushing into mine with such vigor that I fell into him. His hands crept up my back until his fingertips were pressing into my neck and the back of my head, pushing my face into his. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth as his fingers ran through my hair, tugging the strands almost painfully. I gasped against him as I felt his erection pressing into me and my hands flew to his back. His skin felt cool and soft and I ran my fingers down his back excited by the magnetic power I felt between us.
“I lied to you earlier.” He pulled back and whispered in my ear.
“About what?” I mumbled as I held onto his shoulders, lust taking over my brain.
“About a dance being enough. I want more than a dance from you, Evie. I want so much more.” He growled and picked me up, carrying me effortlessly to the bed and dropping me before lying down next to me.
“What do you want?” I swallowed as his fingers trailed down my neck.
“I want all of you.” His eyes blazed with passion as his lips replaced his fingers. I closed my eyes as I felt his teeth sinking into my skin, sucking and biting at the same time. A small moan escaped my lips as I felt his hand on my breast. My mind was overcome with thoughts and emotions as my body sang out in sweet bliss. “Is that going to be okay?” He whispered again against my neck.
“Yes.” I nodded, not thinking about anything other than this moment. “Yes, it’s okay.”
“Good.” His voice grew hoarse. “That’s the answer I wanted to hear.”
Chapter Four
“I’m going to take your clothes off now.” His fingers played with my top as his eyes searched mine for permission. I nodded slightly and trembled at the feel of his fingers running across my body.
Grant’s chest grazed against mine as his fingers deftly removed my clothes. I lay on the bed gazing up at him, not quite believing this was happening. Last night I’d been sitting on my couch watching TV wishing I had more of a life and tonight I was in a strange man’s bed. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t what I did. However, I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to stop myself. This was exciting and dangerous and Grant was the most handsome and sexual man I’d ever been with. Every pore of his body exuded sex. I trembled with a feeling of shame as I felt myself lying there almost naked. He’d removed every piece of clothing except for my panties.
“You’ll decide when you want to take them off.” He whispered before lowering his mouth to my breast and sucking on my nipple. I closed my eyes at his intimate gesture and cried out as his teeth tugged at the sensitive flesh.
“Open your eyes.” He growled as he transferred his mouth to my other breast. “I want you to watch who’s doing this to you.”
My eyes flew open at the demand in his voice and he nodded his approval as my eyes found his. He lowered his lips onto my other breast and sucked gently as he continued staring at me.
“Do you like it when a man sucks your br**sts, Evie?” He groaned as he kissed up my chest to my lips.
“It feels good.” I nodded, painfully aware that I had to answer him if I wanted the night to continue.
“You tried to make me think you weren’t interested, but you wanted this all along, didn’t you?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I was attracted to you yes, but I’m not the sort of girl that…”
“Don’t tell me, you’re not the sort of girl that has one night stands?”
“That’s right.” I nodded. “I don’t normally sleep around.”
“So what made me the exception?” He whispered against my lips, his breath warming me.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head slightly and ran my fingers down his back as his chest crashed down on my br**sts. “Maybe I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Yes, perhaps that’s it.” He nodded before kissing me again, his fingers running up and down the side of me. I ran my fingers down his back and moaned slightly as he moved away from me and pulled off everything, but his boxer shorts.
“I’m ready for that dance now.” He growled and moved to a chair at the side of his bed.
“What?” I frowned, feeling delirious and bereft at the loss of his touch.
“I want my dance.” He grinned at me and pressed something on his nightstand. All of a sudden music started playing and the lights dimmed. I heard Nat King Cole’s Unforgettable playing and I sat up slowly. I laughed at his choice of music. Most men would have gone with some sort of R&B or rock for a strip dance, not an older, much more sentimental song. The room was silent aside from the music as we both sat there. Grant’s gaze was full of desire and patience as I stared at him not knowing what to do. I felt slightly self-conscious. Here I was, sitting almost na**d and there he was, looking hot and hard, waiting for me. A part of me wondered exactly how this had happened? Hadn’t this been what I’d been trying to avoid by taking over for Hailey for the night? I’d been worried that a guy was going to expect more with a dance. Now here I was, willingly giving myself to a man I’d met at the party. The man who had been the bachelor at the party. What if he’d been lying? What if he really was getting married? Would that make me a slut and a home wrecker? I bit my lower lip, almost willing him to tell me to hurry up, but he said nothing as the song continued to play. We just sat there staring at each other. Then I remembered my last relationship. How boring and staid it had been. How my last boyfriend had been a five minute and no foreplay sort of guy. How he hadn’t cared about my needs and how I’d wished for a more adventurous mate. How I’d secretly always wanted the job that Hailey had. How I’d wanted to explore my sexuality more. And now, here I was. I had ample opportunity to do something I’d never thought I’d ever do. I knew in that moment that I was going to go through with it. I knew that my body and brain both wanted this. I shivered in excitement as I realized that I was about to have a one-night stand with the sexiest man I’d ever met in my life. A bell rang in my head for a few seconds as I wondered if that meant I was a whore? If he offered me the five grand or more, I was pretty sure I would take it, but not because I wanted the money for the sex, but more for the dance. A part of me wasn’t sure if there was a difference. A part of me wondered if I was just trying to make myself feel better. If I had sex with him and then accepted money, would that make me a prostitute? My body warmed at the thought as I bit down on my lower lip, deep in thought.
“A penny for them?” He asked softly, interrupting my internal debate.
“Sorry what?” I looked up at him, my ni**les hard as he stared at them.
“You look to be deep in thought. Maybe I can help?”
“I just…” I started and stopped. How could I explain my external dilemma without ruining the mood? I really couldn’t. I shook my head and stood up. “I was just hoping you’d change the music.” I asked softly as I walked towards him with a small smile. “I’d like something I can move my h*ps to, not something that I’d hear at the end of a romance movie.”