I let my finger trace the rim of my glass, letting the music carry my thoughts away. My fifth drink sat untouched, the need for the bitter taste of my favorite poison long gone.
With a sigh, I brought the glass to my lips, letting the sharp aroma linger on my tongue before it slid down my throat.
Embarrassment pushed me to finish the drink, the buzz of the alcohol bringing a warm flush to my cheeks.
I ran my hands down my face, my foolishness staring me right in the face.
I let out a slow breath, placing a hand on my chest as I tried to calm myself.
I glared at the decorations covering the walls of Melinda’s house, my back sore from hours of standing on a ladder. Soon, the party started to fill with people.
She stared at me for a few seconds before giving me a grin.
She tried to walk over to me, but tripped over her own feet. I rushed to help her up, struggling to hold back my laughter when a large man blocked my way.
I poked a finger at the man’s back, annoyed at the sudden appearance of a black shirt that had bumped my nose.
“Ah sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He turned around, holding Melinda up beside him.
“Neither did I,” a gruff voice sounded behind me. I spun around, unsteady on my feet, the man’s arms coming up protectively around my waist as I teetered on the edge of falling.
“D-Daniel?” I rubbed my eyes, shaking my head at him in confusion.
He pulled me closer, his jaw tight as his gaze darkened.
“Why? You expecting someone else?” he asked.
I held onto his shoulders as his grip on my waist tightened, his fingers leaving a cool trail down my skin as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
“Thomson, d-darling,” Melinda stuttered, “you’re s-so l-late.” My eyes widened as the man bent down to kiss her, their passionate embrace making my stomach churn.
I cleared my throat, turning in Daniel’s arms. The solid heat of his chest pressed against me, his masculine cologne making my head spin even more.
“I-I can stand,” I mumbled; his eyebrows shot up. My legs gave out the moment he let go, my shoes slipping on a puddle of alcohol on the wooden floor.
His arms came around me again, a frown creasing his forehead, “I don’t think you can.”
I stared at him, annoyed at my lack of balance.
The scowl faded from his face, his low chuckle sending shivers down my spine, “Pretty?”
I shook my head, holding onto his shoulders as he walked me to a seat, “No, the other word for pretty…” I cursed myself. I was a writer, but my mind was a mess as I searched for the right word.
“Handsome?” He asked. I was overly aware of his hand on my waist and the scent of his skin, the closeness making my face heat up.
“No,” I murmured, “something else.”
His lips hovered inches above mine, whispering over my skin, “And what would that be?”
“Dangerous.”
This was a dangerous game, but the intoxicating scent that radiated off him only drew me in.
He crashed his lips onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth. His movements were skilled and precise, his lips moving over mine in a heated rhythm.
I let out a soft moan as his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, soothing the sweet sting with a swipe of his tongue. My fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.
I felt a slight tug as he ran his fingers through my hair, tilting my head back, my mouth completely at his mercy.
He was ravenous. Starved.
I pulled away to catch my breath. I was dizzy with desire, warmth pooling in my core.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, shocked at what I’d just done.
“I don’t think He’d appreciate that,” he answered, grinning like a wolf.
“What?” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His leather shoes nudged at mine, pushing my back into a wall.
“Being called out to, right before you call out another man’s name,” he placed a hand on either side of my head, looming over me.
“What makes you think I’ll be calling out your name?”
“I’ll make you.” I could feel my arousal at his sensual promise, my thighs clenching together in response. He took my hands in one of his own, pinning them above my head, bending his head down toward my lips.
I couldn’t get enough. He traced his tongue along the seam of my lips, seeking entrance.
I parted my lips, surrendering to the passion, our movements fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. I arched my back as he delved deeper into my mouth, the taste of wine trickling down my throat.
“Rose,” he called, drawing out each letter as if to savor it.
“How would you go about that? Making me call out your name.” The alcohol rushing through my veins was long gone—now, I was drunk on something else.
“Public indecency isn’t really my thing, love,” he responded, his lips curving into a sinful smile, his gaze lustful as he looked down at me through half-closed eyes.
“What are you suggesting?”
“Good evening, Anna,” he nodded at the receptionist of his apartment complex. “I’d like my keys, please, and could you turn off my calls until noon tomorrow?”
The woman gave him a nod, passing him his keys before returning to her typing on the computer in front of her.
I took in the tall man standing before me. His manners were impeccable, a perfect cover for the wicked things his mouth could do.
We walked into the elevator, the metallic doors closing behind us with a soft chime.
My breath hitched, a warm sensation pooling in my core. I straightened my shoulders, curiosity winning over, “You’re putting your calls on hold? What are you up to until noon tomorrow?”
I looked down at my feet, wondering if I’d overstepped.
His voice dropped to a low rumble, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
I swallowed hard at his suggestive tone. As soon as we entered his apartment, my back hit the wall. His lips traced a path down my neck, teasing my racing pulse. He sucked and nipped, pressing open-mouthed kisses down to the buttons of my dress.
He let go of my hands to unbutton my dress, his lips following the trail of exposed skin.
I ran my fingers through his thick hair, watching in a daze as his lips moved lower, dangerously close to my core.
He looked up at me, his eyes heavy-lidded, “You want to bet?”
“Huh?”
“That you’ll be screaming my name.” His voice was a husky whisper, music to my ears.
“We’ll see,” I managed to say, my voice breathy.
He smirked, tearing my tights off in one swift motion. He stood back up, pushing his knee between my legs, his fingers tracing my wet core as I spread my thighs.
He captured my lips with his, swallowing my moans as his fingers explored my folds, teasing my sensitive bud.
I gasped against his lips as he circled my entrance, slipping a finger inside. I gripped his shoulders, his fingers curling inside me. He pushed deeper, hitting a sensitive spot.
He withdrew his finger only to push back in, increasing his pace as he added another finger, his other hand teasing my nipple.
He pinched them lightly, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine as he continued his sensual assault.
“Oh,” was all I could manage as he massaged and teased my inner walls, his fingers hitting a spot that sent waves of pleasure through me. His thumb worked my clit, circling and tracing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The sensations were almost too much as he circled, grazed, pinched, and pleasured, keeping me on the brink. I gasped when he took a hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh.
My back arched, my breaths shaky as pressure built between my legs. He continued his sinful ministrations, my walls tightening around his skilled fingers.
I moaned, struggling to keep my whimpers and screams in check.
“You’re beautiful, Rose,” His intense gaze met mine, his unexpected compliment pushing me over the edge.
“Daniel!” I clenched around his thrusting fingers, my thighs trembling as I dug my nails into his back.
“Oh, shit,” I gripped his hand, his movements becoming more frantic.
I gasped as a wave of pleasure washed over me, stars flashing before my eyes as I clung to his shoulders. He withdrew his fingers, glistening under the bright lights.
My mouth fell open as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.
