Kelly growled a little, annoyed at herself for feeling an immediate tingle at the warmth emanating off the solid man now blocking her path. And for leaning forward the tiniest bit and breathing a bit deeper to catch a better whiff of his warm, spicy scent.
"Oh you....you shouldn't be back here. How did you get here?" she asked.
“I know I'm not supposed to follow you... Or track you down like this,” he replied, “I just had to. Somehow I knew I wouldn't be happy with myself if I left without speaking to you.”
Her costume was gone, Dimitri noticed, and he missed it. Not that he had a problem with what she was wearing now. The jean trousers she was wearing hugged her waist and hips perfectly, making her curves stand out, and when his eyes caught a glimpse of skin, peeking out from underneath her crop top, he felt his heart rate quicken. Her long hair wasn't let down any more, now it was pulled back from the face, twisted, and wrapped in a circular coil around itself on top of her head.
Dimitri wanted to reach out and undo that bun with his hands, but that would be very inappropriate, so he kept his itchy hands to himself. At least he could appreciate the fact that with her hair packed like that, he had a good view of her slender neck, and he wondered how it would feel to kiss her there, probably run his tongue across the carotid artery where he could feel her pulse.
Her make up was still intact though, and the make up artist had done something amazing with her eyes, giving her a sexy, sultry look.
She had big, beautiful brown eyes, Dimitri observed. Wonderfully intoxicating, and he thought he would gladly get lost in them and stay lost all night long.
“You are leaving so early. I know because my friends are still in there and are no where ready to leave. Yours was the only performance I enjoyed tonight, so I decided to use the opportunity to come find you. And I'm glad I did, if I had hesitated for a few, I would have missed you. You weren’t trying to avoid talking to me....” Dimitri added.
It wasn’t a question and his tone held a hint of laughter. She didn’t think his amusement was caused by conceit, but rather the incongruity of a woman flirting openly with a man on stage and then walking out the door without ever meeting him. It was kind of crazy.
“I, uh…the ladies’ room,” she mumbled, hating herself for letting the inane excuse cross her lips the very moment she uttered it. Ladies’ room indeed, she thought. The lie didn't sound believable... Even to her.
He cleared his throat. “I don't know anything about this place, but I'm sure that the ladies room should be that way.” His arm moved, the hand gesturing back the way Kelly had just come. That hand was darkly tanned, strong, with neat blunt fingernails and not a hint of kept-man elegance. They looked like a worker’s hands. And suddenly several parts of Kelly's body went a little spastic at the thought of being worked by them.
Not being the tallest woman in the world, Kelly had been able to keep her attention squarely focused straight ahead, as if minutely interested in the design of the buttons on his shirt.
Since she’d been sucked in by his hands, though, she figured she might as well muster up the courage to confront the rest of him. She could do it. She was woman. Hear her roar.
All she could manage as she lifted her gaze, however, was a helpless whimper. The chest was, as she already knew, huge and strong. The throat tanned, the neck corded with muscle. She had seen that he was strongly built from the stage, but she'd not imagined they would be anything like those shoulders in front of her now. She hadn't imagined this width, or the bulked-up chest straining against the fabric of his shirt. Nor the thick dark hair, cut short enough to tempt a woman to do some finger tangling while not drawing one bit of attention away from the slashing brows, the prominent cheekbones, the stubborn chin.
He was all man. Nothing like what she’d expected. His strong jaw jutted in classic male determination. His face was shaved, but already displayed a hint of swarthiness that would provide the tiniest frisson of roughness if their cheeks met.
They won’t. She told herself. They shouldn't actually.
Even if she acknowledged how physically attractive he was, she wasn't the type of girl that would take up with a man she barely knew. And she was sure that was what he expected her to do, especially after the way she had flirted with him.
Still… she couldn't deny the fact that the man was extremely handsome. His thick hair was cut short, and had looked a bit lighter when she was up on stage. Now, up close, she realized it was a dark brown, but shot with hints of gold here and there that said he likely spent a lot of time outside.
Probably sailing around in yachts, hitting the clubs in or cruising around the world. Doing the types of things people in her social circle took for granted. None of which interested her. Except, maybe, lounging under the sun on a clear blue sea.
She might not like the ennui and shallowness that often came with wealth, but she wasn’t stupid. She enjoyed an occasional luxury as much as the next silver spoon girl. And a summer day spent sailing on a cutter was one of her few genuine indulgences.
“Why don’t you let me escort you?” he added, finally breaking the silence.
“I’m afraid I was just leaving,” she admitted, knowing she needed to end this now, before he offered to lead her to the closest ladies’ room. Maybe even escort her inside…and do her in the lavish vestibule.
Oh, God, what a fantasy.
She cleared her throat. “It’s a work night.” she said, and a voice didn't sound like hers. Finally allowing herself to meet his gaze directly, all remaining words dried up in Kelly's mouth. Because those eyes, which she hadn't been able to see clearly from the stage, were a dark,warm brown, so friendly and approachable, open and engaging.
There was merriment in those eyes, and warmth and friendliness. Not jaded awareness, not arrogance. Just…niceness. And pure laid-back sex appeal.“Work?” he asked, sounding as though he’d never heard the word.Well, maybe he hadn’t. Kelly lifted her chin, ignoring those eyes, that half smile on his sensual mouth, and forced herself to act unaffected by this brown-eyed, kind-looking hottie.“Yes. Work,” she snapped. “I came here to help my friend. I’ve done it, and now I’m leaving.”He put a hand out, touching her elbow lightly, though not trying to restrain her. But all the same, the touch was binding, rooting her where she stood.“Look, I have the feeling we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.... somehow. I don't know how. But I’d really like for us to go sit down somewhere, and j
She stared right back at him. The roam of his stare over her body affected her just as thoroughly as a real touch from anyone else would have. She should insist and go home, but right now, at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything. And it was all because of the heat in this sexy man’s eyes and the almost audible quality of his next, slowly indrawn breath. That was lust she saw there. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman. He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it. Though her mind knew better, her body couldn’t help responding. Beneath the silky top, her skin puckered, tiny goose bumps rising on the deep V of her cleavage, her nipples tightening to jut against the lace of her bra. Her pulse fluttered in her throat, and the breaths she managed to inhale were shallow. Each was filled with the wa
She nodded. "Yeah. So why don't we just skip the whole drink thing and go straight to whatever has been building up between us since I was on that stage?" she asked. "We are both adults. We know what we want. So why beat around the bush?" Kelly had no idea where this bold, slutty part of her was coming from. Probably the alcohol. Or maybe it was the man.... Definitely something about him that made her go wild. But she'd gone too far to back away now. "No attachments. No commitments" she added, dragging a finger slowly across his chest. "Just two adults.... Taking what they want... An adventure if you will" Dimitri eyes followed her hands and a tiny groan escaped his lips when she moved against him again. The idea of heaving aside all responsibility for a little while, of grabbing on to a good thing and enjoying the hell out of it just because he could, was incredibly appealing. She felt so good cr
He had found the skin beneath her top now, and worked his way up to her left breast. With the thumb and fore finger, he very gently squeezed her nipple. There both felt the spasm that shuddered through her body. He smiled at her. "You are very wicked" Kelly said. Arms locked around his neck. Jelly legs, her heart a drum gone berserk, then she added, "I like wicked" "Good" he flattened his palm into the waist band of her jeans and down over her stomach. A tight squeeze, but easier once he had unfastened the top button and easier still with the zipper down. "Dimitri, what if someone sees us?" she asked, yet hoping that he wouldn't stop. "It's dark and quieter than a tomb" came his reply. "I guess..." Kelly said. Her brain wasn't thrilled with the metaphor, but her body was indisputably in charge and doing all it could do to help his fingers slide under the crotch of her panties and up inside her and..... "Oh my God" she moaned. She dug her chin harder into his shoulder, felt his s
Her chest heaving, she placed her head in his shoulder, being sure to press herself against every inch of him, and smirked when he growled. His eyes darkened and then her hands fumbled for his shirt.Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, and slowly, she pulled it off his body. His hands twitched at his sides when her gaze roved over his chest, tensed in the small light pouring into her car. Gently, her fingers moved across that skin, marveling at the dark sprinkling of hair trailing down to his trousers.Dimitri's hands twitched again, and he grabbed her waist suddenly, and tossed her lightly onto the chair. "All I want right now is to hear you scream my name as I take you.” he muttered darkly, his lips twitching in a smirk.He yanked her jeans off, and Kelly propped up on her elbows to watch as he moved back in the seat and removed his trousers. When all of him was revealed, she licked her
Dimitri's movements mirrored hers, and together, they set a fast pace, growing more frantic with each passing moment. The head of his cock pushed against her G-spot, sending her higher with every thrust. He groaned against her neck and lowered his mouth to her breasts, pulling hard on one nipple followed quickly by the other. Her insides twisted until her body faltered, and suddenly, Dimitri pulled back and Kelly found herself on her back on the chair again, but this time with him covering her with his massive build.She felt his weight pressing her down onto the chair, his movements increasingly urgent as he repositioned her and parted her legs with his hand. The rough hairs on his thighs brushed against her skin and then she briefly felt the sensation of his smooth erection brushing against her before he lifted her hips and entered her with a purposeful thrust.She parted her lips in a gasp but his mouth silenced her and he kissed he
She read the same glaze of abandonment to passion in his eyes. Could hear his control hanging by a thread in the way his breath caught and his tense hand pressed into her tailbone. They undulated in this state of bliss together, each brought here by the other.The quivering shock waves of climax gathered with a final, irresistible twist, releasing in a flourish of pleasurable contractions that turned her vision to white light.She would have mourned her loss of control if she hadn’t felt his arms tighten around her, drawing her deep onto him as he pulsed heat within her. His ragged sounds of anguished joy came to her from a distance as the storm of convulsive ecstasy held them in its grip.Her hips faltered and she moaned his name. Dimitri gripped her hips and held her steady, driving into her hard as they cried out together, their bodies shaking in each other’s arms as pleasure surrounded them. H
He would call them when he got home, he thought. David wouldn't be able to punch him if he was in the safety of his home. He flagged down a cab and got in. He would take a long shower when got home, and then try to forget all about.....It was then he realized.... That he didn't even know this redhead's name.He hadn't asked.-------------------Dimitri drummed his finger tips noiselessly on the conference table as he watched Raymond Darcy list out the strategies Darcy Enterprises intended to implement to to increase the company's revenue.He had a look on his face that said he was tired of listening to this crap, but deep down, he knew that a part of him admired Raymond Darcy. The man had built his company Thirty years ago, but now the company was in debt and could go bankrupt, and Raymond Darcy wasn't having any of that.Of course Di