My mind’s spinning, wondering why a guy as good-looking as he is has to lie about having a girlfriend.I’m pretty sure women throw themselves at him, offering up their bodies for his pleasure.I’ve never been one to go all gaga over a guy, but with the way he’s touching me, I’m pretty close to ditching the party and asking him to fuck me so I can get over my sexless slump.
“Is it going to be okay if I touch you?”he asks.
I pause, pretending I’m thinking about it, but I want to scream outYes, touch me, please.Instead, I nod and take a deep breath before speaking.“Yes.I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”
But at this point, I’m not sure there is such a thing as too much.I wonder if I’d been with someone in the last six months, would Vinnie affect me in the same way he is right now?Who am I kidding?This guy is off-the-charts hot, and with all the rippling muscles, he’s made for pleasure.
“I promise to be a gentleman and to respect you, but I can’t keep my hands to myself tonight.My job is on the line here.”
“Okay,” I whisper.A little part of me is sad.I want him to touch me because he wants to, not because he has to.At least he’s up front about it, so I don’t get my hopes up or get the wrong idea.
“Every guy in the place is going to be jealous of me, too.No one’s girl is as beautiful as you.”
My face heats as his words wash over me.“You don’t have to butter me up, Vinnie.A deal is a deal.”
Both of his hands are now at my waist as he spins me around to face him.“I’m not buttering you up,” he says, piercing my soul with those emerald eyes.“I’m being serious.You’re a total knockout.”
“I don’t look chunky in this?”
Chunky is a word Matt used often.I am curvy with lush hips, an hourglass figure, and an ass Jennifer Lopez would be proud of.
Vinnie looks confused.“Chunky?”
“Yeah.Like, fat.Do I look fat in this?”
“You look edible in that dress.”His fingers tighten on my waist, and all the air in the room seems to disappear.“If this event weren’t so important and you actually liked me, I’d already be worshiping your body.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”I tease, trying to pretend like my body isn’t wishing he’d rip off my dress and bury his face between my legs.
“Baby…” he says again.
I’ve always hated that cute little pet name, but somehow it doesn’t sound so bad coming out of his mouth when he’s talking to me.
“I can be very convincing.”He winks.
I swallow, but my mouth is suddenly drier than any desert I’ve ever been to.All I can do is stare at him, blinking and wondering how he is in bed.Don’t go there.He’s just like the others.
“Your car or mine?”I ask, trying to change the subject before I do or say something that ends with us in my bed, breaking the promise I made to myself.
“We’ll take mine.”
“I have a pretty fun car,” I tell him.
I have a ridiculous payment and barely ever drive the thing.It was a luxury item and something I couldn’t resist purchasing after always dreaming of owning something so frivolous.
“For your party, you can drive.But tonight, let me be the man.”
Ah.The macho attitude.Some guys have got it, while others are completely lacking the gene.“So, it’s your job to drive?”
He shakes his head.“It’s my job to take care of you.Let me spoil you, even if it’s only for an evening.”
The man says all the right things.I’m independent, probably too much sometimes.But there are moments when I want to let go and let someone else handle things.Tonight, I’m going to let Vinnie be the man, and I’m going to enjoy every worry-free moment.
“Just for tonight,” I agree.
When his hands leave my body, I instantly miss his touch and the sweet bite of his warm, strong fingertips against my skin.
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but it’s too late to turn back now.
