“Prin— Alec!” Andy’s voice intruded, and I had to work not to scowl at him for interrupting. “A toast?” he said. He’d given out the remaining glasses to the other girls and had settled beside the blonde, draping an arm over her shoulder. “To good times!” he went on, raising his glass, the fingers of his free hand tracing the curve of her breast.
The girl didn’t seem to mind, but kept aiming glances at my package. I knew it didn’t bother Andy. She was a working girl after all, and he knew he’d get to sample the goods. I had no interest in the others. They were merely decoys. The object of my interest was sitting right in front of me, clutching her glass.
“Would you like to dance?” I asked her, and she blinked in surprised.
“I, uh, I still have a drink,” she said lamely.
“So finish it,” I instructed and saw something swirl in the narrowing of her eyes. I’d struck a nerve, and that pleased me somehow. I grinned as she downed the glass. Maybe not a fawn or a gazelle after all, I thought. Then she was reaching for the bottle and tipped it into her empty glass till it was brimming.
Saucy!I chuckled inwardly, as her expression became defiant. Seemed Sasha didn’t like to be told what to do. I liked that. The challenge would make the hunt worthwhile.
I raised an eyebrow and fixed her with a look. “What’s the matter,” I said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. “You scared?”
The defiant stare became downright rebellious. Once more she upended her glass, swallowing the icy bubbles, then smacking her lips together before she set the flute down. Thank God the driver would be taking her home later.
“You’re on,” she said, and then she was on her feet, almost towering over me where I was seated, staring up at those long, long, gorgeous legs. I had to stop myself from sliding my palm up her silken inner thigh. She swayed slightly, and suddenly was close enough for me to nestle my face between those thighs if I chose to. I wondered what she’d do if I did that now. “Let’s dance!” she said brightly, as if it had been her idea all along.
She was striding away and I turned to watch the rounded globes of her tight ass moving beneath the fabric of her dress as she walked. Suddenly her faded couture looked better than anything I’d ever seen on a woman. I was on my feet and heading after her, trying not to look like an overeager school boy in pursuit. Andy was shifting behind me, and I figured he was moving to nestle between the remaining girls. He’d be busy tonight, if I knew my friend.
Maybe I would be too.
By the time I got to the dancefloor, Sasha had cleared herself a space beneath the swirling red lights, her arms swaying over her head as she twisted in time to the music. I stood watching for long moments, loving how she reveled in the strength of her own beautiful body. There was no doubt that she knew she was lovely, and when she opened her eyes, the challenge in them drew me in. Already there were vultures circling. Other men dancing closer, honing in on what was mine.
Mine!
I’d paid for her, damnit. I could do with her as I pleased. I strode in and slid a hand around her waist, jerking her hard against me. For a moment, she resisted, and then I felt her soften against me. So soft. So sweet. I felt my cock harden in an instant and she tilted her head up to look at me, her expression quizzical.
“You’re soft,” I whispered, knowing my voice was inaudible above the din. I didn’t care that she could feel my arousal. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me. Without warning I dropped my head and captured her parted lips, sucking the breath from her. Her hands had been flattened against my chest, but I felt her fingers curling into my shirt now. The dancers who’d been circling us all turned away, studiously ignoring us as we pressed against each other feverishly. Sometimes there truly is anonymity in crowds.
I slid a thigh between her knees and felt her press her mound against me, grinding. It made my lip twitch. Did whores get horny? She must truly love her job, then. I dropped my hand to cup her ass, then gathered up the fabric of her skirt until I could feel bare skin against my fingertips. Anyone looking down would get a flash of her exposed ass but it didn’t seem to bother her. She was still lost in the plundering of my mouth.
It occurred to me that she was taller than Angelique, although she still had to tilt her head back to meet my lips. I bent my knees slightly and ran my fingers along the crevice of her ass, dipping until I encountered the fabric that covered her slit. It was hot and slick, soaked through with her juices and that pleased me. Fucking her would go some way to exorcising the demon that had been my angel…Angelique.
I dragged my mouth from hers and we stood motionless, breathing hard amid the swirl of oblivious dancers. Her pupils were so dilated that even in the crazy red lights they almost took up the deep blue of her irises. Without breaking eye contact, I slid my hand forward, daring her to stop me as I cupped her mound. I tugged her skirt up higher, not caring now that anyone could be watching. When I slid my fingertips along the elasticized lace of her panties, her breath hitched and her chest heaved abruptly. By the time my fingers met her hot, bare flesh, she was panting slightly. I crooked my fingers and her pussy lips practically splayed open at the slight pressure.
“Wet…you’re so wet,” I murmured huskily. God, I was going to fuck her so hard she’d be begging for release. It wouldn’t take long…not for either of us. I looked down at where my fingers were buried in her, and heard her mewl. I bet I could make her come now, if I wanted.
“Go…I have to go!” I heard her choke out.
“What?” For a moment I was stupefied, and then she was bolting away from me through the crowd, my terrified fawn. I stared after her, and then raised my hand and sucked the taste of her from my fingertips.
Chapter 14
Sasha Ramirez
Ihadn't expected Renée to be waiting for me when I got home. I knew I would be grilled about my evening and how my night had gone, and I wasn't ready to get into it. The night had been too discomforting to talk about.
I’d let a stranger fingered me in public!! What the hell is wrong with me?
After the limo driver had dropped me at the front entrance to the apartment building, I’d watched the car drive off, then I’d wandered along the boulevard. I don’t know how long I’d walked for, only that I couldn’t turn back until the images had faded…the sensations of those hands on me.
I thought of him now…Alec… His scent lingered on my skin, the earthy fragrance coating me like a cloak of masculinity. I tried to shake it off. Never in my life had I felt desire for a man. And I certainly never imagined it could be as all-consuming as this.
He is dangerous,I thought.Luckily, I’ll never have to see him again!
"Jesus, Sash! I've been trying to reach you." Renee was folded on a sofa; the television was on but muted. The lights were dimmed, and the reflection of the television played across her white pajamas.
"Why are you still up, woman? I told you not to wait for me." I plopped down on the couch opposite her. "And why are you sitting in the dark? Don't make me unpack how the evening went. I'm so tired, I just want to go to bed."
