Page 54 of Wicked Player
He inches closer, and his breath is hot on my forehead. I gaze up because I can’t help it. Damn, he’s beautiful. “Are you sure you only had five milligrams, because you seem very scattered.”
I smile. “I’m perfectly fine.”
He slides a finger along the length of my arm, and it feels amazing… warm and soft. And suddenly I want him to touch me everywhere.
He presses his mouth against my head. “I’m glad I’ve finally got you alone,” he says. “I’ve been dying to smell your hair all night. It always smells so nice.”
I close my eyes, inhaling his scent too. “You smell nice too… manly.”
He laughs into my hair, and pulls me in closer. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already so turned on, I fear I might explode. I don’t know if it’s the drugs, or the fact that I haven’t been laid in years, or maybe it’s just… him.
He presses a finger under my chin, and lifts my face to his. “You are so pretty.”
I love his words. I don’t know if he says them often, if they mean anything at all. But I love them anyway. I do feel pretty in his arms. I’m desperate for his kiss, but he teases, almost as if he knows how much I want it. This is a man who loves to play, and I’m his chosen toy tonight.
His lips travel softly across my mouth, around my chin, down my neck, and back up again, his breath hot on my skin. I honestly don’t know how much more of this I can take.
He finally presses his hot mouth on mine. His lips are just as soft and delicious as I imagined in my fantasies. And he tastes of mint. And God, he knows how to kiss. Every stroke of his tongue, every soft bite of my lips reels me in deeper, arouses me more intensely. I lose myself in him, and I feel him lose himself in me.
He hikes up my thigh against his hips, and presses me against the wall of bottles. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and hike up my other leg against him, wanting to get closer to him, craving more. I grind against him, and when he jerks up the skirt of my dress, I’m game for anything.
He pulls away, tearing his mouth from mine, and I ache. I want his kiss. He travels south as he kisses my shoulder, then bites the swell of my breast. God, I want him. Now. He kneels to the floor, and his hands travel upward.
Oh no… the Spanx!
Just then, the cellar door swings wide open and Victoria stands there, wide-eyed.
Oh, shit.
“I’m so sorry,” she says. “I didn’t know anyone was in here. I was just looking to grab a bottle.”
I don’t know who is more uncomfortable, she or Colton or myself. It’s definitely me. I’m the one who finds herself in a compromising position, with my skirt hiked up, and a man on his knees at my feet.
Colton stands. “No worries, Vick. What were you looking for?”
“A Cabernet maybe… wasn’t too sure.”
I fold down the hem of my dress, and stand a little straighter. I finger comb my hair, and attempt to look dignified. If I wasn’t stoned, I’d be a lot more embarrassed. Meanwhile, Mr. Rossi is cool as a cucumber, as if nothing has happened. I bet it’s not the first time he’s been caught in flagrante delicto.
It’s actually for the best that we were interrupted. I was just about to make a colossal mistake. The last thing a woman like me wants to do is get mixed up with a guy like Colton Rossi. A Casanova. A player. A heartbreaker. Whatever you want to call him, he’s bad news.
And those Spanx and granny panties. I’m really not wearing the right underwear for that kind of thing.
As he assists her in picking out a bottle, I take the opportunity to make a quick escape, hoping to leave unnoticed. But he runs after me, leaving Victoria to figure it out by herself. He grabs a hold of my arm, and whips me around. “Where are you going?”
“This was a bad idea,” I tell him. “I was being impulsive.”
“Is that so wrong?” he asks, all smoldering eyes and just-kissed lips.
Damn him.
I jut out my chin. “Yes. In case you have forgotten, Mr. Rossi… you have a lot of guests, and your behavior is kind of rude. I thought you always waited until the end of the evening to pick a woman, and get into her skirt.”
He smiles. “Well, I usually do. But when we’re talking about a woman I’ve been thinking about all week, someone I’ve been craving since the first time I laid eyes on her. Well, then, my self-control wanes a little. This was a first for me, Clara.”
“Uh…” I’m speechless, and he finally lets go of my arm. We stare at each other for a long beat, in our small bubble in the middle of the loud music and chatter-filled night.
“You’re right, though,” he concedes. “I really should attend to my guests.”
