The guy I’d been dancing with came up behind me, his hands in my hair and his lips at my shoulder blade. He bruised my lips with the ferocity of his passion, his tongue filling my mouth with hard, deep plunges that warned me of the violent shades of his lust. With a growl, Gideon cupped my ass and yanked me up hard against him, my feet leaving the floor. Our bodies crashed together, my arms encircling his shoulders and my hands pulling his head down so I could take his mouth in a wet, hungry kiss. Turning, I met him the last step, surging into him. He didn’t slow as he neared me, his body on a collision course with mine. Gideon’s hands fisted at his sides, his posture aggressive and predatory. I licked my lips with anticipation, leaning into the guy behind me and rubbing my ass voluptuously into the next roll of his hips. This guy appeared younger and rougher, distinctive only for his incredible smokin’ hotness. No one seeing him would put him together with Gideon Cross, the international mogul.
I was instantly hot for him, my mouth watering as I ate up the sight of him in a dark T-shirt and jeans, his hair pulled back from that breathtaking face. I smiled and opened my eyes, spotting him arrowing toward me.
Abruptly the music was louder, the temperature hotter, the sensuality of the club more arousing. The electrical charge swept over my skin, heightening every sensation. We were three songs out before I felt the ripple of awareness that told me Gideon was nearby. He laughed and dipped his knees, aligning his body with mine. When his hands started to slide over my waist, I caught them, pinning them to my hips with my own. I smiled and started dancing, closing my eyes to lose myself in the music. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the guy I’d danced with before, the one who’d called me beautiful. I was almost to the mirrored section when I was caught around the waist and pulled back into a man’s rolling hips.
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Sweat glistened on exposed skin and the elevation lent a sense of danger, even though the glass railing surrounding the skywalk was shoulder-high. The music was less loud up here and the air more humid. I weaved my way through writhing bodies, my pulse rate increasing with every step. I saw the corner Gideon had mentioned, where two mirrored walls connected and the skywalk wrapped around it in an L shape. When I reached the top, a female bouncer let me through and pointed to my left. I offered an apologetic smile, then raced up the metal stairs as fast as my heels would allow. “Head on up.”Ī roar of protests came from those who were waiting. He reached behind him and unhooked the velvet rope blocking the stairway. His hand dropped away from his ear and he crooked a finger at me. He had a baby face and was downright adorable when his fierce scowl was replaced by a wide grin. He could have been Samoan or Maori, with dark caramel skin, a shaved head, and massive barrel chest and biceps. There was a line and I eyed it with dismay.Īs I debated how much of a delay I was facing, the bouncer unfolded his powerful arms from across his chest and pressed his earpiece deeper into his ear with one hand, clearly focusing on whatever was being relayed through his receiver. I found them guarded by a bouncer policing the number of bodies allowed to venture up. I took off in search of the stairs to the skywalk. “I’m going to go grind against some hot guy.” “Okay.” I could totally respect not progressing with a relationship lacking sexual heat, but I was still bothered by the situation. “Toss him back,” the girl next in line interjected.
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