Love At First Taste (Love Comes First 3)

When we get into the middle of the dance floor, he turns and is all over me. My heart is pounding, my pussy aching as he slides his hands down my body while dancing, his hips moving against me like he’s giving me a preview of what’s to come later tonight.

I move to the rhythm as I slide my hands up his big arms, loving the way they feel under my tingling fingertips. He’s a good dancer. Smooth, sexy, erotic moves that stay on beat. Dancing skills aren’t a deal-breaker, but I always hoped the guy I ended up with would be able to dance. There’s nothing worse than a big clunky guy awkwardly moving around on a dance floor and stepping on your toes.

When he’s getting me so hot I can barely take it, I grab onto his shirt and pull myself up to his ear. “So, what’s happening later?”

His hands go to my hips and he squeezes them as his lips tickle my earlobe. “I’m fucking you.”

I jerk my head back to look into his eyes as my cheeks burn hot. He’s got a sexy grin on his face. I lick my lips.

“You’re mine now, Aubrey,” he says as he pulls my hips against him. I moan involuntarily as I feel the length of his hard cock along me, digging into my pelvis. “I got a taste this morning. Tonight, I want the whole thing.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I just keep dancing. I grind my body against his throbbing erection as our lips come dangerously close.

The music pounds in our ears as the crowd of people dance around us, but it’s only us two in this world. We’re completely focused on each other’s bodies, on each other’s eyes, on each other’s hands. I’m so ready to be taken by him in every way possible.

The hot lustful pulse between my legs intensifies with every second I’m against this dominant man’s body. The way he’s looking at me… Oh, shit. I feel so wet. He can’t take his possessive eyes off me.

“I think I’d like to go back to the boat,” I say when it becomes too much. When I can’t handle another second without him inside me.

He looks at me like he’s wondering if I’m okay.

I bite my bottom lip as I give him a seductive look. “I’d like to see what’s going to happen next,” I tell him. “In your room.”

His eyes glaze over with ravenous hunger. He suddenly grabs my wrist and leads me off the dance floor like the club is on fire.

We don’t stop to tell the guys we’re leaving. They’re too drunk to notice anyway.

He leads me into the cool air outside and seconds later, we’re making out in the back of a cab as we head to the dock.

His hand is on my breast as I moan into his mouth. I normally would hate to be that couple, the one who goes at it in the back of a cab, but right now, I can’t take my hands or my mouth off this man.

We arrive at the shuttle boat and Luke pays the taxi driver. Eivind and Knot are waiting by the boat with Julie. All three of them seem to know what’s up, but they don’t say a thing. I’ve never embarrassed them when I’ve caught them coming out of rooms together, so they repay the favor by not being judgmental of me.

Luke’s hand is in my lap as the boat bounces on the dark water, taking us back to the yacht. It’s so gorgeous sitting there all lit-up in the dark ocean. If someone had told me this would be my life when I was a teenage girl stuck in my small town, I would never have believed them.

We arrive at the landing dock on the stern and Eivind expertly pulls the shuttle boat alongside it. Luke climbs up and then gives me a hand to help me. It’s slick and I slip with my heels, but he catches me.

I’m in such a daze. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or the raging endorphins, but everything feels so dreamy. It feels like the perfect night.

Eivind, Knot, and Julie wish us goodnight and then return to shore to wait for the rest of the guys.

We don’t pass anyone on the way to Luke’s room. I step in and look around with my pulse racing. It’s a large gorgeous room with a huge bed in the middle facing the wall of windows that look out onto the ocean. Soft pocket lights in the ceiling give it a warm sexy glow and the dark mahogany wood walls and ceiling give it a masculine vibe. It’s the height of luxury, class, and sensuality, which suits Luke perfectly.

He locks the door as I turn around and stare at him. A low breath teases out of him as he looks me up and down, taking one last look at me in my dress before it’s on the floor.