“It’s nice here,” Flora says. The song changes and Aricia tilts her head back with the satisfaction that only listening to your favorite song can provide.
“Oh, I love this song.”
“Will you dance with me then?” I ask Aricia, ignoring my annoying sister snickering nearby. I’ll punish her forthatlater.
“Wait!” Flora says. “Before the two of you dance… One drink together?”
The bartender from earlier comes over with three shots. The three of us exchange glances and look at the shots.
“Did you order these?”
Flora shrugs. “Yes! Let’s drink.”
“Thank you,” Aricia says.
“To a new friendship!” Flora says, raising her glass. Aricia joins her, making nervous eye contact with me first.
Friendship? I have no intentions of friendship with this woman. She’shotand I want her in my bed… or sitting across the table from me at dinner.
“To a beautiful woman,” I say in response, winking at Aricia before I down my shot of whatever the hell it is. She clinks glasses with my sister and they both drink…
Chapter Five
Aricia
My heart surges with guilt, rage, and all manner of emotions. But I can’t stop what’s happening between me and this hot ass Italian man standing in front of me. He has the hottest body that I’ve ever seen up close and I’m drunk enough to only care about this man’s body. He looks over a foot taller than me, which means he can pin me against the wall too if those muscles aren’t for show.
Dance? Are we really going to do this? I haven’t danced with anyone in a long time, but Peter doesn’t wait for permission.
Peter reaches for the small of my back and guides me to the center of the dance floor. I can’t help myself. I haven’t danced since… college, maybe? Kennard didn’t like when I danced because he thought I was drawing too much attention to myself. There’s enough liquor in my body that I can think about Kennard without losing my shit. All I want to do is just… move.
“Yes, I’ll dance with you Peter.”
I hope he isn’t an awkward ass white boy, but within seconds on the dancefloor, I can feel my assumption stuck in my throat. Peter’s hands grip my waist dominantly and his hips lock in with mine as I move and he easily matches my rhythm. I push backagainst him and switch up the tempo, challenging him to fall behind or lose the beat…
But he doesn’t. Peter grinds his hips against mine and pulls my body back against his so I canfeel him.My body almost freezes and my thighs tremble instinctively because this sexy ass stranger doesn’t even bother trying to hide how fucking sexy he is.
He moves his face close to mine so his beard tickles my neck and I can smell something like patchouli and frankincense in his aftershave. My thighs tingle and the large cock pressed up against my ass cheeks throbs.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to disrespect you, Aricia but… you’re doing things to me I don’t understand…”
I want to blame it on the alcohol, but he’s right. This feels so fucking good and I really don’t want the connection between us to stop. I slowly turn around to face Peter and throw my arms around his neck while he grabs my hips again. Everything between us is moving way too fast, but I’m riding an alcohol-fueled high and don’t want to stop myself. Every disturbing thing I witnessed with Kennard is permanently burned on my brain.
I would doanythingto numb that feeling and I would much rather “do” a tall Italian man covered in rippling, well-defined muscles. And he wants me. I don’t know if he’s a good person or a fucking psychopath and considering my job, I should be way more responsible. Our eyes meet and a shiver travels straight between my thighs.
Fuck, he’s sexy. And those green eyes are a rare shade of genuine green that I can’t help but stare at. His palms grip my lower back as he pulls me closer and the heat simmers between us as Peter’s lips hover closer. He’s going to kiss me. One of the good things about growing older is that you feel less confusedabout the signs and signals you’re sharing with another person. It’s just… easier to read people. It helps me in the courtroom and here…
“You’re sexy,” Peter whispers. “But I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
“What? Dancing?”
He chuckles and how the fuck does this man have a sexy laugh? I’m wet instantly and his gorgeous eyes don’t help.
“I want to do a lot more than dance with you, Aricia.”
Holy shit. He’s forward. I don’t know why it surprises me considering everything I know about him. I should look for Rana… But I can’t look away from Peter’s gaze. I feel totally transfixed and hypnotized by this beast of a man who wants to do a lot more than dance with me.
Why can’t I look away from him?
