The world stops turning, and I groan at the sensation of her soft lips pressed to mine. She reaches between us to grip my shirt, and I tilt my head, savouring the taste of her as our tongues meet in a tentative brush.
Fireworks explode in my brain.
Unable to hold back, I deepen the kiss, my fingers tangling in her hair. Blood rushes to my head—both of them—and my cock twitches to life against her stomach. I’ve never been so turned on by a simple kiss before. Not that there’s anything simple about this one. The silk of her tongue dancing against mine sets off every nerve ending in my body.
I’ve blocked out that I’m standing in the middle of a sex club, with people going at it a few feet away, because this woman has altered my brain chemistry. I’ve kissed women before, but no one has made my pulse race like her.
When we finally pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers. “Wow.”
The cutest snort falls from her lips. “You’re adorable.”
My mouth kicks into a smirk. “Thanks.”
She laughs, shaking her head as she steps back, putting some distance between us. “This is crazy.”
The lewd sounds of sex filter through my lusty haze, and I glance around our surroundings, remembering where we are.
“Listen,” I say, turning back to her. “This isn’t really my scene. I was dragged here by a friend and his girlfriend. Not like that,” I rush on when her eyes widen. “I’m not into threesomes, or public sex.” This is going from bad to worse. “Fuck, I’m stuffing this up. What I’m trying to say is, I was wondering if you’d maybe let me get you a drink? No expectations, I’m just not ready to walk away from you.”
Fuck. My ears heat, and I fight the urge to rub my neck, feeling awkward as hell trying to chat this woman up in the middle of a sex club. But there’s something about her that draws me in.
“Uh…” She glances over her shoulder, and I realise a group of four masked women are watching us, one of them wearing a bride-to-be sash and a plastic tiara, all of them with matching amused expressions.
“Oh.”Shit.I cast them a sheepish grin. “Ladies.”
The bride-to-be laughs and wiggles her fingers at me.
My stomach swoops at the thought of walking away from this beautiful woman, but I guess it’s just not meant to be. It doesn’t feel right to ask for her number when we’re both wearing masks to hide our identities, not to mention you can’t bring phones in here.
Cupping her cheek, I run my thumb over her bottom lip and lean in to murmur, “Thanks for the kiss, pixie. Have a nice night.”
A shiver runs through her, and I press my lips to her sensitive skin before straightening and forcing myself to walk away. I can’t help but glance back as I push through the velvet curtains, only to find her staring after me.
Something tells me she won’t be easy to forget.
Chapter 2
Juliet
Heat blooms in my stomach, spreading to my cheeks as my eyes flutter open. The sexy, dark-haired, masked stranger consumed my dreams. Only the way he kissed me last night was definitelynota dream.
Wow.
I have no other word to describe it.
My lips tug into a smile as I recall the way he breathed that word only moments after we broke apart. The way I teased him and called him adorable because of it.
Who even am I?
I’m not the type to hook up with mysterious masked men at a sex club. Definitely not ayoungerman. Especially after what I’ve been through the past eighteen months.
My stomach twists.
The smile slips from my lips.
I have no right to feel happy right now.
The sound of little feet running down the hallway is the only warning I get before my bedroom door swings open,and the sweetest little four-year-old girl rushes in, her stuffed bunny clutched in her tiny hand.
