Page 11 of Pleasure Island
His gaze rested on mine briefly before dropping down to linger on my lips.
My heart rate hitched a little, and I swept my tongue across the curve of my bottom lip and cupped a hand around the back of his neck, urging him closer.
He didn’t need any more hints and closed the rest of the distance between us, placing his mouth on mine.
He tasted like the wine he’d been drinking at the bar. Humming in satisfaction, I opened wider for him and let his tongue slide in to tangle with mine.
His hands tightened on my hips.
I pressed myself closer and closer until nothing separated us but our clothes.
Against my belly, I felt the hardening of his cock, and I tugged my head back, meeting his eyes.
He stared levelly back at me as we danced, and I shivered a little, arching my hips toward that heavy weight pressed so enticingly against me.
His lips parted, and he said something, but with the music playing so loud, I couldn’t hear him.
Tapping my ear, I leaned in closer.
His lips brushed my skin.
Another shiver.
“…someplace with me?”
I pulled my head back, meeting his eyes as I pondered it. My dad’s admonition to be careful echoed in the back of my head, but I shushed it.
As he waited for a response, I pulled his head back to mine and kissed him.
I think he took that as a yes.
* * *
We ended up at a hotel.
Sure, I might get a little reckless from time to time, but I wasn’t about to go to a stranger’s house or let him come to mine.
Fortunately, there was no shortage of hotels in the New York area and there just happened to be one around the block from the club.
An older building that had seen its heyday back in the twenties, it was still elegant, although it was falling toward the shabbier end of elegance, with its fading red wall hangings and the period Art Deco pieces decorating the walls.
I told him to wait for me as I went to get a room.
I still couldn’t remember his name.
I had the feeling he didn’t remember mine either, and that was just about perfect for me.
It felt like the stress of a decade had settled on my shoulders tonight. Any time my father and I got together, I had to deal with tension, but not quite like this.
It was because of the security thing. There was little doubt about that.
Of course, the stress over the security thing was why I was here to begin with.
I needed to blow some of this steam off, and what better way to do it than this?
“Here’s your room key, Ms. Golding.”
I smiled at the desk clerk across from me as I accepted the key and turned back to my…date.
