Page 8 of Cookies and Cream
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“I’m glad you didn’t leave without saying goodbye,” Simon whispers the words in my ear, and I shiver.
This man’s deep voice has drawn out the heat in my lower parts since the first time he began to flirt with me six months ago in Vegas.
“You look like you need a drink.” The sultry voice comes from behind me, and I’m almost afraid to turn around.
I can smell his cologne, and it’s giving “Teakwood Bath and Body” and spice. He sounds good. He smells good. What’s the probability that he looks good too? I turn and glance over my shoulder, hoping that I lock eyes with a troll. I know that sounds crazy, but it will be much easier to turn down ugly. Hell, I’ve been dodging red flags and bad decisions all damn night. But with every sip I take, it’s getting harder to tell the difference between a good time and a hard time.
“I have a drink already,” I respond before I get a good look at the man.
Holy shit! This guy is fine as hell!I wasn’t expecting him to look that damned good. But I guess with him smelling and sounding like a wet dream, I should’ve known he would look like one too. He’s around six foot four with a muscular build, and even though he’s tall, he’s stocky. I love a stocky man! He’s got deep chocolate brown eyes, plump pink lips, and medium-length chestnut brown hair. His face is covered in stubble that gives him a devil-may-care look that is just right for a wild night in Vegas.
“Well then, how about I stand here and wait for you to finish that drink, and I’ll buy you another one.”
“That’s awfully gentlemanly of you. I didn’t think there were many of those left in the world. Especially in a place like sin city.” I bat my eyelashes and sip my drink.
He gives me a cocky smile and moves so close to me that I can feel the heat from his body. I have to keep myself from moving even closer and rubbing my body against his like a feline in heat. I have never wanted to act so out of character in my life. And we haven’t even had a full conversation. I don’t even know this man’s name.Although that’s probably a good thing, no names means no attachments.
“I can be a gentleman. Hell, I can be anything you want me to be.” He licks his lips suggestively and moves even closer.
Our bodies are touching now, with his arm pressed up against me. I have the urge to tell him to wrap it around me and squeeze. But I’ve had enough drinks to be somewhat bold, but not enough that I’m drunk and careless.
“Oh yeah? You can be anything I want?” I turn to fully face him.
I want to know if this man is serious. If he could be my “get back on the horse” Vegas tryst. It’s been five and half months since Vincent and I broke up, and my best friend insisted that I come to Vegas with her to celebrate a friend’s bachelorette party. Tasha made all the sense in the world when she pulled out all the pros on getting my feet wet in Vegas.Not actually my feet, but I got the gist.
“Anything.” His chocolate eyes rake over my body, and the look makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
“You’re not a gigolo, are you?” I whisper because if this fine ass man is working, I don’t want to stop his bag. But I damn sure won’t be contributing to it.
“No, I am not a hooker,” he chuckles, humor lighting up his face.
“Okay. M-me either. I just wanted to get that out of the way.”
“Oo-kay, that’s not usually how I start a conversation.” He chuckles once more, and I relax a little.
“Come on, let’s dance.” I sit my drink down on the nearest surface and pull the gorgeous specimen out on the dance floor.
They are playin some sultry grind pop song. I’ve never heard it, but it seems to be a favorite because the floor is packed with bodies all of a sudden. My dance partner is pushed up against me, and we join in the hip swaying.
I’m not surprised when he’s able to keep up with me. His hips grind into mine on beat, and before long, we’re grooving with the rest of the partygoers.
“Are you hungry?” He asks out of the blue.
“Uh, no? Why? Are you?”
“I’m hungry for you. Would you let me taste you?”
I fidget and bite my bottom lip. I am not a one-night stand kinda girl.What if he’s a serial killer?I take a deep breath and make a decision that I hope I don’t regret. I send off a text to Tasha where I’m going and turn to the handsome stranger.
“Let’s go. My hotel room is right upstairs.”
The gorgeous smile that breaks out on his face instantly pushes all regret to the back of my mind. Sexiest stranger ever!
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