Opposites Attract - Jessica Prince Page 0,1

twenty-to-thirty-somethings. It took a few seconds for me to finally spot him, but when I did, I nearly fell off my barstool.

“Sweet Mother Mary,” I muttered in awe.

Devon followed my line of sight before announcing, “He’ll do!” and lifting her shot glass in the air. I picked up another and clinked it against hers. “To bad decisions. May they be so good,” she moaned playfully.

I looked from the tequila back to the man who’d managed to snag my attention in a room full of people, like a spotlight had been trained directly on him. I took the shot, then another. I needed all the liquid courage I could get in order to find the nerve to approach such a perfect man.

I sighed, tugging at the red mini dress Devon had insisted I wear tonight. Never had I been so glad to be peer pressured into looking like anything other than myself for one night. “How do I look?” I asked, wobbling just slightly as I turned to her.

She fluffed my hair and checked the bobby-pins she’d used to pull my thick bangs back in an artful poof at the crown of my head. “Boobs, check. Ass, check. Curves, check,” she ticked off. “I’d definitely do you.”

“Me too,” the man Devon had just blown off seconds ago announced.

“What’d I just tell you?” she shouted at him, sending him running again.

“Well,” I let out a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”

“HOLY SHIT!” THE LAST tremors of my release wrack my body before I collapse onto the mattress in a panting, sweaty mess.

“Wow.”

I turned my head and looked at the woman who’d just given me one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. “You can say that again,” I chuckled. Christ, when she’d approached me at the club earlier that night, I remembered thinking that I’d never seen a woman look so hot in red before. She’d been all lush curves and long black hair. I’d been hard before she ever made it to the table.

One thought crossed my mind when she looked at me and smiled a smile that was equal parts shy and seductive all at once: I’m going to be inside this woman before the night’s over.

God, I loved it when I was right.

“That was…” she trailed off, still gasping for air as she tried to regulate her breathing. I could relate. “Wow.”

With another laugh, I climbed from the bed and headed for my bathroom to dispose of the condom, not bothering to get dressed along the way. I was nowhere near done with her. When I walked back out, I paused at the sight of her, sheet wrapped around her sinful body as she scurried around my bedroom snatching up her clothes as she went. Her hair was mussed, save for the small piece pinned back from her forehead. She screamed sex, and I wanted nothing more than to devour every inch of her. Again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” One corner of my mouth curved up. Shit, she’s cute, I thought, all frantic looking and wide-eyed as she clutched that killer red dress like a lifeline.

“Uh… getting dressed?”

“Why?” I asked as I slowly stalked her way, no doubt looking as predatory as I was feeling.

She cleared her throat and reached up to rub her eye. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed her do that. Must have been some kind of nervous tick or something. “Because?”

Pulling the dress from her hand, I threw it back on the floor before snatching the sheet from around her, exposing all that pale, smooth skin. “I’m not finished with you,” I growled as I grabbed her ass and hauled her up. She gave a surprised squeak as her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance. I was already getting hard again. I had stamina, sure, but even this had to have been some kind of record.

“But—”

I nipped at her bottom lip, still red and plump from our bruising kisses earlier. “We’re just getting started.

With that, I tossed her back onto the bed and followed her down. I spent the next several hours memorizing every dip, every freckle on her body, coming up with new ways to make her give me those erotic gasps and moan. It was, hands down, the best sex I’d ever had.

I woke up the next morning and reached over, ready to go again, only to find the mattress cold and empty under my palm. She was gone.

And I hadn’t even gotten her name.

Three months