the conversation and laughed. “So you care about food?”
He reached behind me and unzipped my dress as he said, “I’ve never met a guy who doesn’t.”
“Fair enough.” I turned so he could help me out of my dress. Once it was on the floor, I faced him in my bra and heels. I blinked and asked, “So, now what?”
Inside, I was shaking and hoped he’d crush me to him, but instead, he traced the skin down my side like he cared about me. “What’s your middle name, Mary?”
I reached out and brushed against that wall of hardness he was and knew he wanted this, too, but I met his brown eyes. “Why?”
He didn’t move at all. “Because I’m curious to know everything about you.”
I stepped back and pointed to the other room with the bed and ignored how my body pulsed. “You don’t just want to fuck me?”
His lips curled up to show off those dimples of his. “No… I mean, yes… I want to be with you, but my instincts have guided me through life, and the second I met you I knew one thing.”
I unhooked my bra. He needed to get the hint. I needed to taste him everywhere. “What’s that?” I asked.
I let my bra drop, and he reached out. His whistle sent my heart practically soaring out of my chest. He came toward me and said, “That I am yours, and you are mine. I can’t explain more than that. It’s just a feeling.”
If only that were true. I had craved to be the one for a man like him, but I had a history of bad choices. Tonight was all I could offer. I crawled onto the bed. “You trust your feelings?”
He brushed against me, and my skin was alive and aware of him. “Always.”
If only I believed in fairy tales. I rolled off my underwear and let him watch, and I knew I was probably blushing. “I’ve not trusted my own senses in a long time.”
My veins were alive for him. He unbuttoned his pants, and my eyes widened. He was thicker and longer than any other man I’d ever seen. The idea of him inside me had already left my lady parts ready.
“What are they saying right now?” he asked.
Take me. I’m yours. The words would never, ever come out, so I tugged the sheets off since we didn’t need a comforter under us. He joined me on the bed. I curled into his arms as I said, “I have no idea, but I know I want you to kiss me already.”
And then his lips met mine. His hard kiss practically branded me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting the moment to end.
When it did, he kissed my nose, smiled with those dimples, and said, “Damn, girl. You pack a punch.”
I pressed myself to him, and it was like fireworks exploded inside me. I laughed and held him close. “Likewise, Dwayne.”
I was ready for him. Tonight was all we had, all I could offer him.
Dwayne was the closest thing to the perfect man I’d ever imagined, and in his arms, my body took flight.
Chapter Four
Mary
My muscles tensed with desire as his kiss steamed me up.
I’d brought the sexiest man I’d ever seen — or the one closest to it I’d seen in person—back to my hotel room from the ball.
Excitement hummed in my veins as I let this huge, muscular man with broad shoulders and smoldering dark hair get my heart rate up just from his presence.
I knew nothing about Dwayne except he could afford a benefit ticket that cost five thousand dollars and it was impossible not to notice him.
Serious goose bumps were on my arms, yet he’d also put me at ease with his comments.
Until he kissed me again.
My body blazed alive like we were teenagers and this was my first time—just like in all those books that talk about fireworks.
His lips on mine emboldened me, and his arms around me made me feel safe and protected. Which was funny, as I’d never actually felt fully safe or protected in my life.
His hands pressed against my back, and his kiss grew harder.
And I was breathless, wanting more.
The whirlwind in my veins rushed heat right through me. My chest hardened, and I didn’t care that I was probably red in the face.
He didn’t care, either, as his fingers roamed my back, causing me to shiver.
This was it. I directed him to the bed. Blood flowed to my genitals,