the ballroom? Or was it just him?
El emerged from the ladies’ room and locked eyes with him. The woman could stop his heart from the other side of the ballroom with one look. It wasn’t going to matter if she was covered in dust, wearing jeans and boots or this damn sexy gown, she would always be the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. From this moment forward, no other woman existed for him.
As she moved toward him, he imagined unwrapping her like a birthday present to find out once and for all if she actually had panties under her gown. If she did he was going to peel them off.
With his teeth.
Slowly.
His groin instantly tightened. Damn. This time he heard a seam give way. A quick discrete check assured him he wasn’t exposed...yet. The tuxedo jacket just saved his ass, literally. It also came in handy for concealing his hard-on from hell. Tuxedos suddenly weren’t so bad after all.
He straightened from the doorjamb as she approached. “How are your feet feeling?”
“Much better. Don’t tell your mother, but I threw the shoes in the garbage.”
“My mother? You mentioned her before.”
“She used the auction as payback for curing my stallion. Otherwise I never would have been on that stage.”
Stefan had a niggling suspicion his mother had arranged his meeting with El, but he couldn’t figure out how. Didn’t matter.
“Would you dance with me again?”
She grudgingly accepted his outstretched hand. “I can fit one more dance in, but then I have to go. I have a stall door to fix in the morning.”
He found open space on the dance floor and drew her close, savoring the feel of her curves against him even if she remained as stiff as a board.
The song began with her left hand on his shoulder, but it had gradually drifted lower and now lay on his chest. Casually, so as not to draw her attention, he dropped his gaze to her hand resting to the right of his heart. She was so precious to him. El had an incredible strength and snark that stunned and amused him.
No one knew how very alone he’d been the last one hundred and fifty years. He never told a soul about what happened between him and Beth. Regardless, his loneliness had reached an end and his future was soft and warm and in his arms.
He sucked in a breath as her breast brushed his chest, sparking a profound desire that ripped through him. A desire that was more than hunger for her body. It was a need to connect with her mind and soul as well. A deep longing for the entire woman, trucker mouth and all. Somehow, he would convince her he wasn’t the careless heartbreaker she believed.
Of course, he failed to factor her choice into the matter. He was about to get an ugly wake up call.
Slowly, Stefan skimmed his palm up her back, from her hip to her shoulder. He was on shaky ground and didn’t want to ruin the moment with unwanted advances. When she went rigid but didn’t protest, he continued from her shoulder, down her arm to the delicate, warm, destination he sought, gently covering her hand with his own in a sweet caress. Startled, her gaze shot to his. Her body trembled in a sadistic combination of terror and yearning. Maintaining eye contact, he brought her palm to his lips and placed a kiss in the center.
El swallowed hard and struggled to breathe. She’d dreamt of this moment thousands of times, and here she was, frozen, her brain disconnected from every limb she possessed, torn between pulling his lips down to hers and running for her life. What the hell was wrong with her?
The hard muscles beneath his shirt brushed at her very alert nipples. The slight contact made her racing heart pound harder. Worse, his skin smelled of new leather. The intoxicating cologne made her head spin. At least she knew where the aroma was coming from.
His lips were soft and his breath warm against her palm. Like a deer caught in headlights, she couldn’t look away. Stefan returned her left palm to his chest and pulled her right palm closer to join her
El emerged from the ladies’ room and locked eyes with him. The woman could stop his heart from the other side of the ballroom with one look. It wasn’t going to matter if she was covered in dust, wearing jeans and boots or this damn sexy gown, she would always be the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. From this moment forward, no other woman existed for him.
As she moved toward him, he imagined unwrapping her like a birthday present to find out once and for all if she actually had panties under her gown. If she did he was going to peel them off.
With his teeth.
Slowly.
His groin instantly tightened. Damn. This time he heard a seam give way. A quick discrete check assured him he wasn’t exposed...yet. The tuxedo jacket just saved his ass, literally. It also came in handy for concealing his hard-on from hell. Tuxedos suddenly weren’t so bad after all.
He straightened from the doorjamb as she approached. “How are your feet feeling?”
“Much better. Don’t tell your mother, but I threw the shoes in the garbage.”
“My mother? You mentioned her before.”
“She used the auction as payback for curing my stallion. Otherwise I never would have been on that stage.”
Stefan had a niggling suspicion his mother had arranged his meeting with El, but he couldn’t figure out how. Didn’t matter.
“Would you dance with me again?”
She grudgingly accepted his outstretched hand. “I can fit one more dance in, but then I have to go. I have a stall door to fix in the morning.”
He found open space on the dance floor and drew her close, savoring the feel of her curves against him even if she remained as stiff as a board.
The song began with her left hand on his shoulder, but it had gradually drifted lower and now lay on his chest. Casually, so as not to draw her attention, he dropped his gaze to her hand resting to the right of his heart. She was so precious to him. El had an incredible strength and snark that stunned and amused him.
No one knew how very alone he’d been the last one hundred and fifty years. He never told a soul about what happened between him and Beth. Regardless, his loneliness had reached an end and his future was soft and warm and in his arms.
He sucked in a breath as her breast brushed his chest, sparking a profound desire that ripped through him. A desire that was more than hunger for her body. It was a need to connect with her mind and soul as well. A deep longing for the entire woman, trucker mouth and all. Somehow, he would convince her he wasn’t the careless heartbreaker she believed.
Of course, he failed to factor her choice into the matter. He was about to get an ugly wake up call.
Slowly, Stefan skimmed his palm up her back, from her hip to her shoulder. He was on shaky ground and didn’t want to ruin the moment with unwanted advances. When she went rigid but didn’t protest, he continued from her shoulder, down her arm to the delicate, warm, destination he sought, gently covering her hand with his own in a sweet caress. Startled, her gaze shot to his. Her body trembled in a sadistic combination of terror and yearning. Maintaining eye contact, he brought her palm to his lips and placed a kiss in the center.
El swallowed hard and struggled to breathe. She’d dreamt of this moment thousands of times, and here she was, frozen, her brain disconnected from every limb she possessed, torn between pulling his lips down to hers and running for her life. What the hell was wrong with her?
The hard muscles beneath his shirt brushed at her very alert nipples. The slight contact made her racing heart pound harder. Worse, his skin smelled of new leather. The intoxicating cologne made her head spin. At least she knew where the aroma was coming from.
His lips were soft and his breath warm against her palm. Like a deer caught in headlights, she couldn’t look away. Stefan returned her left palm to his chest and pulled her right palm closer to join her
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