but the next thing I know, the song is at a tempo and my back is to his front and we’re dancing provocatively. Neither one of us stops, it feels so good. For more than a few seconds, I want to let go of everything.
So, I do.
The room blurs and shifts, and all I can feel is track after track, the tempo of each techno song getting me closer to feeling a rush of adrenaline I’ve been chasing in the arms of a complete stranger with a foul mouth and a sexy, drop dead gorgeous bod to go with.
I don’t know how, but I’m now face to face with sexy unknown, but when he fists my hair and leans in close, I immediately think of Julian. But then again, to hell with that asshole.
So, when he presses his lips to mine in the middle of a throng of horny, drunk teenagers, I let him.
He tastes like Jack and candy, a weird combination that actually makes me want to kiss him even more. I press up against him, and he holds me even tighter. I can feel the stares on my back, can hear the audible gasps above the music but I choose not to care.
This kiss from this stranger will definitely erase the one that has branded me for over a year. I can finally move on from a guy who never told me his name, I had to hear it from the paps shouting in the ER.
“This is a bad idea,” he groans against my lips.
“Then stop.” I keep my voice sultry, fighting like hell to keep Julian’s face from popping back into my head.
“See, when you look at me like that, looking the way you are, moving the way you do,” he says, now kissing my neck. “You make it hard to stop.”
My heart is racing in my chest. I’d never thought much about the day—or rather, the night—I’d lose my V-card, but this right here, might just be it and I seriously need it. I need to feel something else other than anger and sadness for once.
“Take me somewhere,” I whisper, and he leans back to look at me, his eyes roaming my face.
“Easy, cupcake, you don’t want to tempt me.”
“I’m not tempting,” I say as Rihanna’s Birthday Cake starts blasting through the speakers, making me feverish. “Don’t you want me?”
He sighs, watching me, not even looking over my shoulder at all, like I have his full and undivided attention.
“You’re drunk.”
“So are you but take me somewhere anyway.”
“I’m not that drunk, but you’ve got sad in those gorgeous eyes,” he murmurs. “You want me to fuck the sad away.”
I’m stunned into silence for a second, but we keep dancing, not stopping even for a breath.
“Maybe I do want you to fuck the sad away,” I start, my voice low and clipped. “Is that too much of a challenge for you?”
A hard glint enters his eyes, his nostrils flaring like I just challenged not just his manhood, but his integrity.
“Careful what you ask for, cupcake,” he whispers in my ear. “You might regret this for the rest of your life. I’m hard to get over.”
“I seriously doubt that,” I whisper. “I’ll definitely regret it in the morning, but…”
“But what?”
“Not tonight.”
A hard smile greets me and the next thing I know, he’s tugging my hand and we’re moving. The crowd parts like the Red Sea for us as we go, everyone with knowing eyes but I don’t care. To hell with careful tonight.
We go past a lavish den, past a group of girls kissing, a show for the guy lounging around watching them, past some closed doors where you can distinctly hear loud moans and then we go up a flight of stairs.
“Where are we going?”
“To the private suites, baby.” My unknown sexy guy says. “You deserve that at least.”
“For helping you make that girl jealous.”
“Or maybe I’m just a generous guy,” he shoots over his shoulder. I study the way he looks at me, the shadows in his eyes.
“No, you’re not,” I snort. “You’re just sad too.”
He tightens his hold on my hand but doesn’t say anything until we get to a set of double doors at the end of the hallway. He taps in a code, unlocking the doors and then, he’s pulling me through them into a dimly lit room and up against a wall.
Then we’re kissing.
My top comes off, dropping to the floor with a soft thud that spikes my racing heart, the blood in