Page 5 of Fake Dating Mr. Prince

She held out her arm to me. Another intriguing behavior different from the women I was used to. They always waited for me to offer first.

Tingles of awareness shot from my hand up my arm the moment we touched. Her startled gaze flew up to mine as she tightened her hold. At least I wasn’t the only one feeling the physical pull between us.

We skirted around the crowd as I led her to the dance floor.

“This is fine,” she said, stopping abruptly. Then she shook her head when I made a move to go further toward the center of the dance floor.

“Is something wrong?”

“Everyone will be staring at us in the middle of the room.”

I leaned down, her light floral scent filling my nose, and whispered in her ear, “Does it matter? I’ll only be noticing you.”

She shivered. “I, um, guess not.”

I needed to know more about my mystery woman. She was much too interesting to not pursue further.

I slid one arm around her waist and then lifted the hand I still held, guiding her to press herself tighter against me. Our bodies fit together perfectly. I grinned, and her lips curved in the most beautiful smile as she twined her free arm around my neck. That small move drew us even closer and added to the tension filling my body.

The tips of her fingers toyed with the slightly longer hair at the nape of my neck. I wasn’t convinced she realized she was doing it. Regardless, I liked it. The gentle caress made me glad I’d missed my hair appointment this week.

My thumb lightly caressed the soft skin of her hand, then trailed to the crease of her wrist. She bit her lip as I continued with each tiny stroke.

Wanting her closer, I moved my hands to settle on her hip. Her hand, now free, shifted up to caress my shoulder while the other one continued to run up and down the back of my neck. My fingers stroked her hip, her body pressed into mine, her breasts brushing against my chest. Soon I wouldn’t be able to hide my desire, but I didn’t care.

Her hand slid from my shoulder, down my back, and I used the momentum to press my body to hers. When her palm stopped to rest above my ass, it took everything in me not to grab her and shift her touch lower.

Fuck, I wanted her. Based on her actions, she wanted me too.

The murmur of nearby voices held me in check. Without them, the world had all but receded. She leaned in, stepping with me as one on the floor, each move slow and sensual. My desire continued to heighten, my heart pounding, yet no words were spoken between us.

When the music ended, we stood there still wrapped in each other’s embrace.

The jarring of other couples leaving the floor spurred us into action. We moved through the ballroom to the hallway in perfect unison.

Beyond the ballroom sat a small alcove and sitting area, partially hidden with large plants. We headed there. Once in the secluded space, we faced each other with very little space between us.

I leaned in.

“I don’t normally do stuff like this,” she whispered.

“We don’t need to do anything,” I reassured her and cupped her chin in my hand. “Tonight can be whatever we want it to be.”

As I pulled away, not wanting to rush her into anything, her hands grabbed my shoulders and tugged me close. Her mouth smashed against mine, and her tongue teased my lips, looking to gain entrance. I opened my mouth, letting her in. Our bodies ground against each other, and I moaned, silently cursing the amount of clothing between us.

“Do you have a room?”

“A room?” The question both stunned and excited me.

“In the hotel. A room?” Her sweet laughter washed over me. Instead of dampening my desire, it only fanned the flames.

“Yes.” I forced myself to pause. “But are you sure?”

“I am.” A smile parted her lips. “More than anything.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“And I don’t know yours. No names. It’s just one night with two people who want this. Okay?”