Page 5 of Redemption

Submissive.

Perfect.

As soon as she tastes the cocktail, her remarkable eyes practically roll back in bliss. They remain closed for a second, as though she’s experiencing ecstasy at the sugar hit.

Hunger tightens my gut. She’s definitely shy, but she’s completely guileless. Her rapturous expression holds nothing back.

Her broad grin hits me square in the chest.

“This isso good.”

Fuck, the way she lingers over the words makes it sound like she could orgasm from her sensory response to nothing more than a sweet drink.

She’ll sound beautiful when she screams my name in bed.

“I’m glad you like it,” I say, half a heartbeat later than I should.

Something about this woman challenges my usual composure. I can’t predict her actions, and she doesn’t easily fall into my seductive games.

She almost refused my offer to buy her a drink, but then she submitted when I used a firmer tone with her.

I’m intrigued.

She’s beautiful, but that’s not what attracts me to her. As a plastic surgeon, I see beautiful women every day, and they come to me to make them even more physically perfect.

With her enchanting freckle and understated but lovely lips, Abigail isn’t perfect.

But she might just be the most enticing woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve only spoken to her for a few minutes.

“Where are you from?” she asks. “I like your accent.”

My chest warms at the first admission of her attraction to me, and my smile tilts into a smirk. Her gaze fixes on my mouth.

She’s just as intrigued as I am.

“England,” I reply. “But I’ve lived in the States for a while now. Are you from Charleston? I’m new here.”

I like her accent too. There’s a soft Southern drawl that makes her words almost breathy, but it’s subtle enough to not be a distraction. I want to hear her panting and begging in my bed in that sultry voice.

She takes another sip of her drink, as though she can’t resist sampling the sweetness on her tongue.

“I grew up around here,” she says. “And I’ve lived in Charleston since college. It’s such a beautiful city. I’m sure you’ll love it here.”

“Yes,” I agree, allowing my gaze to flick over her face in obvious appreciation. “Beautiful.”

A pretty shade of pink flushes her cheeks, and she takes a bigger gulp of her drink.

I’m starting to find her shyness charming. Will she blush when I lean in close and whisper all the filthy things I want to do to her?

Resolutely, I maintain a respectful distance between us. My prey isn’t ready to be cornered. She strikes me as a soft-spoken, sweet Southern belle. Judging by her perfect posture, she’s probably a good girl, well behaved. She’ll be scandalized by my perverted plans for her, but I’m confident that I can bend her to my will.

I’ve never failed to seduce a conquest before. She’ll accept my darker games by the end of the night, and I’ll show her greater ecstasy than she ever thought possible. I just have to handle her carefully.

“Have you been to Battery Park yet?” Her voice is a touch higher now as she struggles to make small talk when I’m practically burning her with my intense gaze.

I should probably soften that intensity, but I’m enjoying the edgy energy crackling between us too much to rein myself in. She sways toward me ever so slightly, drawn in by the threat lurking behind my cocky smirk.

“I haven’t been to the park yet. I only arrived in town a few days ago. You can show me around.”