Fire In His Eyes (Secrets & Seduction #1)(5)

Wordlessly, I followed him. It wasn’t a fast song, but it wasn’t a slow song either. He drew me into his arms and we swayed rhythmically in time to the music. His body and mine melded together on the dance floor. The electricity between us sizzled. After one song ended and another began his hands began to roam across my back, my sides, and I just held on enjoying the feelings he evoked in me, He turned me slightly and our eyes met, and, that is when his lips claimed mine. They were soft and cool, probably from the beer. His tongue darted out, and slid along my lips and I opened for him wanting more. My nipples hardened at the sensations he was creating. This man knew what he was doing and I wanted more. He explored my mouth with his, he tasted of lemon and beer, and I tentatively began to respond. He moaned my name into my mouth. The hand that caressed my back now slid along my arm then grasped my face, and his other hand, the one that had been stroking me along the side along my ribcage did the same. I was lost in the pleasure, completely oblivious to my sister sitting not eight feet away. The kiss went on and on. He slowly began to ease back, and end the kiss. “You do,” he said and sighed sadly.

“I do what?” I asked, a little shaken by, what seemed to me, the abrupt end of the kiss.

“Taste great,” he answered and then laughed, his blue eyes glittering. “But that is not the only part of you I want to taste.”

I stared at him shocked. My eyes widened into saucers at his suggestion, but yet, I yearned for whatever this man was willing to offer.

“You have beautiful eyes. Lonely, big and brown eyes. I want to see them full of passion for me. But another time. Let me bring you back to your friend.”

He began to lead me back to my sister, and I muttered just that. “She is my sister.”

He turned to look at me, surprised. “You look so different. Both of you are beautiful, though in your own way.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his sincere compliment. We didn’t look much alike. Once back at the bar, he helped me back onto my stool, and again sat beside me, his smile dazzling.

I was speechless and terrified and excited at the same time. Nervous, too. But, a part of me knew that this man would be worth it. Instinctively, I also felt he wouldn’t hurt me physically, and although his words were evocative, I saw glimpses of tenderness, and restraint in him. He was as sexy as hell, and when he smiled his crooked smile he had a dimple. Whatever inhibitions I still had, I knew he would break those down, he would teach me and please me to no end. This man was wild and dangerous, untamed. But I saw kindness there, too.

He broke the silence first. “I want to see you again.”

“I would like that,” I said immediately and licked my lips not realizing I had done it. I don’t know where those confident words came from, but I was glad they came. He nodded his approval, and then sadly shook his head and I felt a sudden sense of loss. He could see it in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, Mi Cara, I am not done with you yet, just for tonight, though. I have to work early tomorrow, and I do not want to rush what I wish to do to you. Give me your phone number,” he demanded as he slid his phone towards me.

With shaking hands I picked up his cell phone and typed in my phone number, and then handed it back to him. “Just one second, Monica,” he stated as he scrutinized his phone and hit a few buttons. At that moment, my phone began to ring; I looked at my clutch and began to retrieve it automatically, when his hand stilled mine. “No, don’t worry, Monica. That was me calling. I wanted to be sure you had given me the right phone number and not a phony one. I can’t let you get away, now that I’ve found you. And, now you have my phone number, as well.”

“Good, no, I mean yes, good, I am glad I have your number, too,” I stammered.

Victor laughed and his eyes crinkled in the corner, and then he was shaking his head again. “Tomorrow night?” I nodded. “Good, I will call you with the details then?” He got up from his stool, as did I, and he grasped my shoulders and kissed me again. It was hot, and more demanding than the last time. It was an exploration, and it was thrilling and primitive. It was unadulterated lust and left me wanting. He pulled me close to him and slid his hands around me, lightly running them down my back to my rear making me feel the most erotic sensations. He lightly squeezed my ass with both hands and pulled me even closer so I could feel his arousal through his jeans. It felt amazing as a pool of warmth rushed to my loins. Then, again, all too abruptly for my liking, he ended the kiss leaving me yearning, and wanting more. He turned to my sister. “It was nice to meet you both.”

Ana took and shook his proffered hand. “Nice to meet you, too.” She smiled at him.

He turned then, and began to walk out of the bar. His backside was almost as hot as his front. I watched him as he approached his friends who were by the entrance, the friends that he had been playing pool with earlier. There was a bunch of back slapping and “Hoo-yaying,” going on, as he turned and glanced my way one more time. His crooked smile lit up the room and again did that racing thing to my heart. Then, he was gone.

“Oh, God, I creamed my pants watching that guy kiss you.” Ana’s comments broke the spell that Victor had put me under. I laughed at her usual tasteless description, and breathed for the first time in what seemed like an hour. “Okay, let’s get you home and tucked in to bed. No point in staying and letting sloppy seconds try to pick you up. That guy was hot! He will call you and he seems nice.” I smiled at her as she twirled a long tendril of her auburn hair around her long index finger, and blew a kiss to the bartender, and then added, “Plus, I got to drive all the way back here and take that bartender home at two.”