Evie’s thoughts scrambled. Her chest rose and fell.

Lord, could this man dance…

They danced together song after song, the suited arm clamped around her waist showing no intention of letting her go any time soon.

But she didn’t want to go. Shaking off the burning ache in her feet from hours in four inch heels, she inwardly wished dancing with this man, whoever he was, wouldn’t end.

In a brave move, she ran her hands up the lapels of his suit jacket, wrapping round the back of his neck. The corners of his lips quirked up and her drew her in to a dancing embrace. Tight against his muscled torso, his other hand guided her hips with his, sashaying and dipping to the sensual trap song blaring throughout the ballroom. A smooth, honey warmth slid down her spine; everything about this just felt so…right.

She could feel the heavy bass and smooth beat pulse through her as they danced cheek to cheek. The closeness of him, the feel of his breath on her neck made the air between them thick with sparks.

The gentleman’s cheek nuzzled against hers and she caught a delicious whiff of spicy aftershave, when his head glided down smoothly and placed a feather light kiss in the crook of her neck.

Evie froze solid. Her breath lodged in her throat, every nerve ending standing to an almost painful attention.

Their cheeks brushed against each other’s again and in the glimmer of the silver lights, she saw the glint in his blue eyes, fluttering down to her lips.

Evie held his stare, feeling very aware of her femininity from being held in his big arms, when he slowly lowered and pressed his lips against hers.

Oh, sweet Jesus…

Evie stiffened at first before she relaxed against his body, melting in to the kiss. He didn’t rush, he took his time, gently brushing his lips against hers as he softly cupped her jaw, kissing her with a tentative curiosity.

Each probing touch of his lips grew more heated as she kissed him back, draping her arm around his shoulders and running her hand in to his silky hair.

His tongue swirled around the seam of her lips and she opened her mouth for him, letting him explore her. A deep moan vibrated from his chest to hers as their tongues danced sensually.

He caught her lower lip in his teeth and Evie gasped, feeling every bit of the effect she had on him against his hips. One hand splayed across the small of her back, the other tracing lightly across her ribs, below her breasts.

When they finally broke apart, Evie was certain she’d stopped breathing altogether. He touched his forehead with hers, staring down with ragged breath.

“Come with me…” He murmured in her ear. Taking her hand in his larger one, they began to head for the exit. Evie didn’t think twice. She followed suit, hand clasped warmly in his, meandering through the crowds of dancing guests out of the ballroom.

Leading her through the monochrome marble corridor, their footsteps padded silently on the plush carpets towards a room right at the end.

He turned around, flashing her a knee-wobbling grin before snaking his arm around her waist, pressing her against his hip as they walked.

She knew what was going to happen and if she was being honest, she couldn’t wait another moment. She wanted him just as much as he seemed to want her.

When they reached the end of the corridor, Evie’s eyes widened when she saw the name engraved on the front.

The Cambridge Suite.

It was the most luxurious and expensive suite in the entire hotel. Only powerful public figures, royalty and the obscenely wealthy stayed in the Cambridge Suite.

Her eyes darted to him as he put the key in the lock. Who was he? Curiosity stabbed at her to ask, but the thrill of not knowing excited her too much. From the mischievous glint in his blue eyes it was obvious it excited him too.

He opened the door and led her inside. Evie’s jaw dropped. The room gleamed with red velvet curtains, intricately decorated walls, marble pillars, two whole separate rooms bigger than her apartment decked out with plush couches, polished oak dining tables, fresh flowers and crystal chandeliers. Lily had shown her pictures, but they didn’t do it any justice at all. The suite looked more like a palace.

Evie turned round to face him, but before she could say a word, she felt two hands cup her face as his lips crashed down on to hers.

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