“It’s for you.”
I walked over and unzipped the bag. Inside was what appeared to be a black dress. “A dress?”
He removed it from the hanger and placed it in my arms. “We’re going out. I thought this would be suitable for the evening I have planned.”
Upon further inspection, it resembled a handkerchief much more so than a dress. I enjoyed rocking a little black dress when the occasion was right, but this had a much lower neckline than I was used to, and it was practically backless. “Um…where are we going that would deem this appropriate?”
He chuckled. “It’s a surprise. Get dressed; we’ll leave in an hour.”
“Okay, Mr. Bossy Pants.”
Before I could close my bedroom door, he added, “My love, wear the red heels.” The strappy sandals in question were my incredibly impractical, red velvet and metallic stilettos. Or as Erica called them, my fuck me hard and dirty shoes. I didn’t even know why I brought them other than the fact that I enjoyed looking at them. I do, however, know why Leo wanted me to wear them. He was quite partial to sky-high heels or anything red. The one and only time he saw me wearing them, he got an instant fang boner. It may have been the immortal hormones talking, but I couldn’t say the thought of getting that reaction again wasn’t enticing.
I slipped the dress over my head in front of the full length mirror. It hugged every one of my curves as if it were tailored to my exact measurements. Knowing Leo, that wasn’t such a farfetched idea. “Holy boobs, Batman!” I muttered.
The cowl neckline plunged deep, exposing a helluva lot more cleavage than I was comfortable with. There was no way I could wear a bra in this thing. Where the heck were we going? The dress was long sleeved and hit me about two inches above the knees, so it wasn’t entirely indecent. Still, it was definitely far too sexy for an evening out at a pub. I fluffed my hair a little, touched up my red lipstick and slipped on my heels. I took one last glance in the mirror before stepping into the living area.
Leo turned towards me as I came out, unabashedly checking out every inch of my body. My skin warmed under his close scrutiny. “You look even better than I imagined.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. “Now will you tell me where we’re going?” Leo was wearing his signature designer apparel, a black dress shirt with black slacks. The top button was undone and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his thickly-muscled forearms.
“Like what you see, my dear?” Crap, I must’ve been staring a little too long.
I cleared my throat. “Uh, of course. You look nice, Leo.”
He walked up to me, placed his hand on my exposed back and leaned down to kiss my cheek. Hovering over my ear he whispered, “You look much better than nice. You look downright edible.” Damn these immortal hormones! My brain was too scrambled to formulate a response. He chuckled as he stepped back. “To answer your question, I thought I’d take you dancing. It would be nice to get you out of this room and let loose. Don’t you agree?”
Dancing? Wow, that was the last thing I would’ve expected. Dancing was one of my favorite ways to let off steam, but I usually went with my girlfriends. I must have mentioned it at some point. “Really? Is there a club or something around here?”
He nodded. “There’s one close by, yes.” He offered his elbow. “Shall we?”
I looped my arm through his. “Absolutely!”
The club was a far cry from anything I’ve ever seen in Vegas. It was hidden in an old brick building with three floors all connected by a series of metal, spiral staircases. There were several seating choices, all made of tufted leather in shades of white or lime green. The decor was eclectic but elegant. Leo led me up to the top level where he checked in with the VIP hostess. She took our coats and led us to a private seating area in the corner. We sat for a while taking in the atmosphere while sipping drinks. The dance floor was packed while speakers blasted a mix of techno and R&B.
After finishing my second rum and Coke, I felt loosened up enough to brave the crowd. “You ready to show me your moves?”
Leo smiled. “Always.”
He took my hand and led me through the mass of writhing bodies. When we found an open space, he pulled me close. With my shoes, we were almost the same height, so our bodies lined up well as we started moving our hips. Wow, Leo had rhythm! I guess I wouldn’t have expected anything less; this man seemed capable of anything. Being pressed against him while he moved in time with the thumping bass was an experience I’d never forget. He was so confident, so controlled, yet also so wholly animalistic. I couldn’t help but wonder how that would translate in the bedroom. This was yet another facet to the enigma that was Leo. I got lost in the music as we danced from one song to the next.
At some point, “Skin” from Rihanna began to play. I had a theory that everyone out there had at least one song that made them want to fuck. Not have sex, not make love, but throw-you-up-against-the-wall-rip-your-panties-off-fuck. If you couldn’t think of one off the top of your head, you simply hadn’t found yours yet. Anyway, this song was mine and I had no doubt that Leo was picking up on it. I was already turned on from dancing so closely, but this took it to a much higher level.
I hooked an arm around his neck and pressed into him further. We were so close I could feel every ridge of his body as we moved to the sensual beat. Fingers danced across my naked spine until they grazed the curves of my ass, infinitesimally dipping beneath the fabric of my dress. My panties were soaked as my internal muscles clenched, begging to be filled. Leo inhaled deeply, his warm breath fanning over my neck, before he stopped moving altogether. Our bodies vibrated with anticipation. Mine became more pliant as he held me in place. His became harder.
He pulled back slightly to look at me. Yep, he had definitely picked up on my mood. “Turn it off, Karli. Turn it off quickly…or I’m going to act on it.”
I could feel his desire pressed against my lower belly. His fangs lengthened as I ghosted my fingers over his erection and leaned into his ear. “What if I can’t turn it off? What if I don’t want to?”
His chest rose and his fingers dug into my skin, clenching and unclenching with bruising force. Just then, his phone buzzed. With a curse, he pulled it out of his pocket to see who was calling. “I have to take this.” He hesitated before releasing his hold on me. “Why don’t you go…cool off at the bar? I’ll be right back.”
I shivered from the abrupt withdrawal of heat as he departed. The physical effect that man had on me was really disturbing sometimes. I spotted the bar and made my way over to a stool.
Before I had a chance to get the bartender’s attention, a man in the seat next to mine spoke. “May I buy you a drink?”
I looked to my right to find the owner of the voice. He was huge, maybe as big as Leo, but that’s where the similarities ended. Where Leo had olive skin and light eyes, this man was dark everywhere. Deep brown eyes, russet-colored skin, jet black hair. He looked somewhat Middle Eastern but spoke with a thick, Irish brogue. I’d heard the term Black Irish before and wondered if this is where it came from. “No, thanks. I’m here with someone.”