He pushed away from the bar, slipped his phone and hands into his pockets, and slowly crossed the room—strike that, more like prowled toward me, a graceful predator out for the hunt, hooded eyes, daring me to run. Only, I wasn’t tempted to turn tail and run—more like determined to stand my ground and meet this man head on, sexiness and all.
He stopped a foot away. Eyes the color of midnight, seductive in their slow appraisal over me. My throat tightened and my breathing labored at his sudden proximity. Stupidly, I wondered why I hadn’t dressed in something a little sexier than my simple summer dress. Without breaking eye-contact, I suppressed the self-condescending snort I felt hit the insides of my suddenly dry mouth. He took a step closer and I kicked myself when I stepped back.Shit.
“Are you afraid of me?” His full lips parted slightly, and as his gaze lowered to my mouth, my stomach muscles began a slow churn.
“No.” I silently congratulated my resolve to show him I wasn’t intimidated.
He cocked his head to one side, rolling his tongue in a slow wet trail over his bottom lip as though he’d discovered something appetizing. “You should be.”
“Why?”
His smile was feral. “Because once I fuck you, you won’t want me to leave.”
Holy shit. His filthy words unleashed a shameless quiver between my thighs. His gaze slid from my face to my neck, all the way down to my feet before coming back to meet mine, pinning me beneath a stare filled with raw desire.
I licked my lips and those blue orbs homed in on that action. “A bit presumptuous, aren’t you?”
“Not presumption. Assertion.”
I wasn’t sure whether to feel offended or excited. Common sense told me I should be angry with him, but strangely, I was freaking turned on—pure, blatant arousal. Was that wrong? “Tell me. Are you always this arrogant?”
“Yes.” The conviction in his tone shot tingles between my legs, making the ache unbearable. “I’m a man who delights in fine dining and right now you’re on the menu. I want to taste you, lick you, fuck you and when I’m done,you’llwant me for seconds.”
Oh, my God. I swallowed, trying to ignore the sudden tingle that began at the base of my spine and shot up to my suddenly heavy breasts or that my nipples were so hard beneath my bra, they grazed the soft material. Every inch of my body buzzed with the vibrant energy he radiated. Was it even possible to feel so out of control around a man?
“I have no idea if I should be angry or disgusted with your so-called assertions,” I replied with a silent pat to my back for not stuttering.
“But we both know that you’re sure of one thing, though?” There was a glint to his striking eyes that I chose to ignore.
“I can’t wait to hear another one of your detailed analyses.” My tone syrupy sweet with sarcasm.
“That right now if I had to slide my cock inside you, the sounds of your already soaked pussy will make every damn porn movie demand a remake.”
This time, my jaw hit the floor, not from revulsion but his uncanny perception. How the hell could he tell that my panties were drenched. It was ridiculous how affected I was by him. When I could finally breathe without coming across as though I were on the verge of an orgasm, I swallowed and stared him straight in the eye. “It’ll take a lot more than your smug words to soak anything of mine.”
His grin called bullshit, but his reply was smooth, “willing to test that premise?”
Okay, I didn’t see that coming. I scoured my brain for a neutral topic that didn’t hint at blatant sexual tension making up the six-foot something of sin standing in front of me. “You don’t know me, yet you speak to me as though you want me to fall for you.”
“Who’s to say whether I know you or not?” he replied. I shook my head and gave up trying to figure out the man. He was suave, appealingly so. “Would falling for me be so wrong?”
“It wouldn’t be right.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m married.”
“So am I.”
I sucked in a breath. The divulgence squeezing my insides with a grip so tight, I was at an abrupt loss for words. And even as I looked at him, I was unsure whether my body reacted from disdain or disappointment. “Yet, you’re here trying to get into my panties when you should be home taking care of your wife,” I bit out.Shit. So much for avoiding a sexual inference.
Without so much as a flinch, he replied, “I had something a little deeper than your panties in mind.” I gulped. Yep, I was out of my league. He took a step closer, caging me against a table with his hands on either side of my hips. “She won’t mind. I have a voracious appetite.”
The audacity in his smile was something. It could probably persuade a lot of women to bend to his will. I should be wary, angry even. And yet I was still standing there. I inhaled deeply. It didn’t help that his cologne, an aggressive mix of musk and mint with undertones of citrus, stole its way through every pore, seizing my senses and toying with my restraint.
“People who overeat tend to suffer an upset stomach,” I retorted.
His chuckle was low and husky, almost like an erotic beacon intent on enticing my pussy. I hoped the subtle squeeze of my thighs went unnoticed. How the hell did women survive a simple conversation with this man, without coming across as desperate to be fucked across every damn piece of furniture in sight.
