melting into hers. The flexing of the muscles in those thighs as they moved to their own rhythm made hers quiver. Her breasts, pressed against the hard planes of his chest, felt suddenly full and heavy. She wanted to purr and rub herself all over him like a cat. When the song ended and he led her back to the table, she had to blink her eyes to remember where she was.
“You dance well.”
“Oh!” The compliment startled her. “Thank you. You make it easy.”
His voice melted her. There was a richness to it, like fresh coffee or warm chocolate pouring over her, through her, and around her. She thought she could listen to him talk forever.
When the waiter brought fresh drinks, he smiled at her and they clinked glasses.
Julia lost track of time as they sat in the lounge, sipped drinks, and danced again. They chatted about everything and nothing at all. Luke’s natural warmth and charm continued to put her at ease, but sexual tension so intense it was almost palpable electrified the air between them. As inexperienced as she was, Julia still knew she’d have to be dead not to feel it. And wasn’t that pathetic; a thirty-year-old woman whose sexual experience wouldn’t fill two pages in a book.
At some point, Luke took off his jacket and stuffed his tie in the pocket. Each time he led her to the dance floor, their bodies clung closer together. His arms held her with confidence and assurance, almost possession. Without the extra layer of the jacket between them, she could feel the heat of his body through his shirt. The fine cotton was like a silk caress against her cheek, and thin enough she could feel the hard buds of his nipples. When he moved his head, she could feel the tickle of his breath in her ear and shivered at the tiny fingers of sensation it brought.
His cock pressed against the softness of her through the fabric of his slacks. Her body responded with an unfamiliar intensity, tiny nerves sparking everywhere, the feel of his arousal electrifying her. Her breasts ached with the need to be touched, and her panties were so wet she was sure he could smell her scent. So this was what it was like. This was what other people reveled in and she’d never tasted. She was sure if she went to bed with him, she’d die of pleasure.
If she went to bed with him? Wasn’t it already, in her mind, a foregone conclusion?
“I can feel every one of your muscles move against me.” His voice was a low hum in her ear. “You have such a graceful body. Soft and warm.”
Warm was an understatement. Overheated might be more accurate.
“Do I offend you with my comments?” he asked, his hands tightening on her almost imperceptibly.
“No.” She could hardly get the word out. “No, you don’t.”
“Good. Because I like telling you. Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked as they shifted their feet almost in place in a corner of the floor.
His words were soft in her ear, a whisper tickling her skin, sending delicious shivers through her.
“Thank you,” was the only thing she could think of to say, feeling like a tongue-tied idiot.
“I can feel your heart beating hard against mine,” he told her. “Are you nervous?”
“Mmm, I’d say a little…unsure?” She was definitely swimming out of her depth here. “Am I making sense?”
“We don’t have to dance any more if you don’t want to.”
It was way more than dancing. She was sure they both knew it.
The heat of his breath at her ear sent a shiver racing through her. She knew he was slowly seducing her, letting her fall into it in slow increments, giving her plenty of opportunities to change her mind. Pull away.
“You know what I mean, Luke.” She took a deep breath. “We’re talking about a lot more than dancing.”
There. She’d said it. Pulled it out into the open. They might as well stop…well…dancing around it. She lifted her head slightly now and could almost see the message written in his eyes.
“It’s about whatever we want it to be.” He tilted her head back against his chest. “Right?”
His voice was warm syrup slowly wrapping her in a sensual cocoon.
Did she know what she was doing? Hell, no, but she wanted to do it anyway. Oh, my God. Was this her?
“I don’t know how to do this,” she finally answered, their bodies almost still, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “I have no experience.”
The squeeze of his hand told her he knew exactly what she meant.
“You don’t need experience, Julia. You just go with the flow.”
The combination of the music and the drinks flooded her system with erotic sensations, transporting her into an almost hypnotic state. But his next words both thrilled and shocked her, not because she hadn’t been expected them but because she had.
“I want you, Julia.”
The words, spoken so quietly she almost missed them, made her body contract, her heartbeat kick into triple time, and her pulse race madly.
“I want to feel your naked body next to mine,” he went on. “Touch you everywhere with my hands.”
She shivered, heat flooding her, the walls of her cunt fluttering, and her nipples throbbing. She could almost feel his hands on her naked skin. So many conflicting emotions roiled inside her. “I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.” She attempted to lighten the mood.
His grip on her tightened almost painfully. “Now there’s where you’re dead wrong. I actually say it to no one these days. And haven’t for a long time.”
And suddenly, curled against Luke’s hard, lean body, she couldn’t remember why she’d thought even for a minute this might be a bad idea. She was nearly a free woman and the most exciting man she’d ever met actually wanted her. Wanted her! And with an intensity she’d never found with Charles. She was practically jumping into this with both feet, without any hesitation at all.
And somehow she felt a rightness to this, a powerful something pulling her and Luke together.
When the duo announced they were taking a break, Luke led her back to the table, still holding one of her hands. “Are you very hungry?”
“No.” She was aware of what he asked. “Are you?”
“Not for food,” he told her.
Immediate heat flashed through her body again and the pulse beating in her womb reverberated everywhere inside her. One last alarm bell clanged in her brain. If she didn’t stop now, it would be too late. But she could have more easily stopped a runaway train.
“This is more than a whim, you know.” His gaze was intense. “I want to be totally clear about this.”
“Yes.” She could barely get the word out.
He paid their bill with efficient speed and guided her to the elevator. As the car glided smoothly up three floors, he held both of her hands,
