Chapter Two
A lexandre stood at the bar watching his mystery woman dance like she didn’t have a care in the world. Two hours—that’s how long she’d been dancing, and she still showed no signs of stopping.
What was it about her, he wondered as he collected their drinks before making his way back to her, that had him captivated?
She wasn’t stunningly beautiful like the women who frequently graced his bed. In fact, she was nothing like the tall, busty, bold women he preferred. Alcohol lent her some courage and she was riding on its high, but he saw a vulnerability in her brown eyes which had him transfixed.
She had an aura of innocence that he found alluring, but there wasn’t anything innocent about the way she moved. Her movements were pure poetry—sexy and provocative.
Hadn’t she gyrated at his front, rubbing her bottom against his crotch when a particularly raunchy song had blasted from the speakers?
And hadn’t her breasts brushed against his back when she twirled around him, keeping her hands tethered to his hips?
Hadn’t she pushed back eagerly when his shaft lengthened against her bottom?
Were such moves the actions of an ingénue?
Bold, experienced women had enticed him with far more erotic moves and yet, his shaft hadn’t hardened as quickly and swiftly as it had in this woman’s presence. His length jumped in his jeans, desperate for relief after being in a state of almost constant arousal.
Alexandre groaned softly.
When was the last time he had sustained an erection for so long? Had it been any one of his other women, he would have taken them up to the room discreetly situated behind the VIP lounge and slaked his lust, but something about—what was her name anyway?
Disbelief filled him as he stared at the sexy nymph in front of him. How had he not got her name yet when they’d already spent hours dancing with each other?
“Hey,” he said, seeking to remedy his oversight, handing her a drink, fruity concoction with just a dash of rum.
“Hi.” She smiled up at him, her lips parting to show a set of beautiful teeth.
Alexandre scoured her heart-shaped face, committing to memory her twinkling brown eyes, her small nose and her full lips above the pointy chin. Thick strands of hair stuck to her cheek which she brushed back before taking the frosted glass from his hands.
“Don’t just gulp it down. Savor it,” he advised, watching her as she took a careful sip before smiling widely at him.
“Love it,” she said before going back to her drink.
Alexandre also took a sip of his drink. “I didn’t get your name.”
Brown eyes widened at his statement. “Oh my God! And we’ve been dancing together for hours!” she exclaimed, slapping her forehead. “I’m Raquel.” Immediately, she held out her hand to him, which he encased in his.
“Alexandre.”
“Beautiful name,” she said almost without thinking, blushing when his smile widened.
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R aquel looked away shyly, suddenly aware of the heat in Alexandre’s gaze.
After she had agreed to him showing her a good time, he brought her down to the dance floor where she danced her heart out.
He was a brilliant partner—light on his feet and easy on the eyes. His moves were sensual as he danced with her, his hands grazing over her curves but never really touching her.
She hoped he would touch her, a thought that shocked her just as much as it excited her.
What would his hands feel like on her body?
She wished he would grab her and crush her against his hard body, wished he would do something more than just tease her.
Every time his shoulders brushed against hers, heat poured into her veins, igniting every cell in her body.
A fine layer of sweat coated her skin, and it wasn’t just from dancing. She was literally burning up!
Was it the alcohol that she’d consumed or was she drunk on this sexy hunk whose eyes openly devoured her while keeping his hands strictly off her?
When the music turned into something downright heavy and dirty, and couples around them began to dance intimately, she wished he would just take her in his arms. Instead, he put some distance between them, watching her with eyes that shone with an emotion she didn’t recognize.
Bolstered by the heat which sizzled through her, she twirled around him, brushing her bottom against his crotch.
A sharp hiss escaped him, but she didn’t stick around to catch his reaction.
Dancing around him, she boldly rubbed her breasts against his broad back, her hands snaking around his hips, keeping him close, fearing that he would step away.
Strong hands clapped on her waist when she danced around to his front, stilling her, holding her flush against his rock-hard body. Something hard prodded her bottom and she squirmed only to stiffen when a vile curse filled her ears. It was then that she realized that Alexandre was aroused.
Color flooded her cheeks as heat and pure lust drenched her, dampening the soft flesh between her legs. She reached back to cup his length when suddenly, the music stopped. It had the same effect as a cold shower, immediately jerking her out of the sexual stupor she was in.
“I need a drink,” she blurted, surprising him with her request, but he simply nodded. When he was gone, Raquel let out a shaky breath.
What was she thinking, grabbing a man’s private parts in a crowded club? And how could she behave so wantonly with a man she knew nothing about.
But he rescued you , a voice whispered inside her, as if that gave her the right to grope a man in public!
She’d never been so strongly attracted to a man before. Not one man, in all her twenty-seven years, had caused such powerful reactions within her.
Had a man ever looked at her with such untamed lust in his eyes before? Had her breasts ever swelled and hardened at the thought of rubbing against a hard chest? When had she ever felt such a throbbing need between her legs before?
Sipping the strange concoction Alexandre brought her, Raquel looked around. People were taking a break, just like the DJ, and the music switched to a slow song.
“I think I will sit this one out,” she muttered, gulping down the rest of her drink, wincing when it immediately gave her brain freeze.
“Dance with me,” Alexandre said, grabbing her hand.
Raquel watched him flag down one of the uniformed waiters before handing over their drinks to him. She wasn’t tired. In fact, she was pumped full of adrenaline—and lust.
A man wanting to be with her? It was a new thing to her, and she wanted to make the most of it.
She wanted to step back and examine the new sensations she was experiencing, but if Alexandre wanted to stay with her, who was she to say no? After all, after tonight, would she ever see him again?
So she went into his arms willingly, sighing when he drew her close. His scent filled her nostrils—heady and musky, and it filled her mind with images of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies.
Her cheeks flooded with color as her breasts swelled and the tips hardened. A delicious languor swept through her, and they moved together as one—her head on his chest, her hand clenched tight in his grasp.
They danced for a long time, not caring that the song changed, and a dance number had the party animals crowding the dance floor again.
Raquel felt cocooned in his arms. She felt safe and—wanted. Her skin tingled and blood pulsed. The throb between her legs intensified as moisture gushed out, signaling her body’s readiness to be possessed.
It felt right when Alexandre gently released her hand and cupped her face.
Her eyes fluttered closed as soft, firm lips touched hers, sending sparks skittering over her body.
She gasped when his tongue came out and licked her lips, gently probing them apart to slide into the heat of her mouth.
Her heart stopped for a second and then began to thud rapidly.
Her first kiss! And one on the lips at that!
Strong arms wrapped around her waist as she was lifted to the tip of her shoes. Boldly, Alexandre’s tongue probed into her mouth, teasing and tangling with hers, sending heat flooding through her entire being.
She trembled as need shot through her, moaning into his mouth, sucking his tongue back into her mouth when he began to withdraw. Raquel didn’t know what she was doing, but she’d read enough about kisses and decided to put everything she learned into action.
She kissed him harder—tasting his lips and his tongue, loving his heat and taste.
It was a powerful aphrodisiac—his taste, something spicy and utterly mind-blowing.
Her fingers clutched his shirt as she pushed herself closer to him, loving the hardness of his chest against her soft breasts.
She reveled in the knowledge that he wanted her, as evidenced by his pulsating length against her belly.
Their tongues mated as the kiss became fevered, their breathing becoming harsh as they fought for dominance, wanting the upper hand in a kiss that all but incinerated them.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Alexandre tore his mouth away from hers.
His loud, ragged breathing filled her ears as his taste and smell filled her senses and set her body on fire. Rough palms cupped her face, forcing her to look up at him.
“Come home with me.”