“It’s a family curse, I’m afraid,” Guy said. “All joking aside, how did two beautiful ladies such as yourselves manage to land an invite to this exclusive party?”
Gemma shrugged. “I might have seen it on an event list.”
Weylan stepped closer to her. “So, it’s just happenstance meeting you here like this?”
“Maybe,” she said, playing coy and buzzing with arousal.
“Shall we dance?” he asked. He breathed in deep the scent of her perfume.
She nearly swooned. “I would love to.”
She flashed a grin to Cassidy and Weylan whisked her off to the dance floor and spent the next however long in a dizzying array of fire and ice. And once the last song ended, he kissed her.
The rest of her time at the pavilion was a blur. A blissful, acholic blur. When it was time to go, Weylan took her keys.
“Hey! Those are mine!” Gemma said.
Weyland chuckled. “You’re in no shape to drive. I’ll drive you home.”
“How will you get home?” she asked.
“You let me worry about that, okay?” he asked, pressing his hand onto the small of her back.
She sighed and said, “Okay.”
By the time they made it to her apartment, she had electric sensations rippling all over her body. She was going to ask him inside, and then into her bed.
This wasn’t her usual behavior. But there was something about this man that got to her. He crawled under her skin and stayed there. Nice and warm.
And she wanted all that she could have of him. Even if it was only for the night.
She didn’t even have the chance to open her own door. Seconds after her vehicle was put in park, he was at her door, helping her out.
It was the perfect segue.
“So, are you going to help me up to my apartment too?”
“I wouldn’t dream of anything else,” he said.
Gemma giggled and patted him on his face. She sighed. “You’re too much.”
“Not yet, anyway,” he said.
“Oh, come now. With that face? Bet you make all the ladies melt,” she said.
“I’ve been known to melt one or two,” he said, helping her to the main entrance.
“Humble too,” she said as she pressed the button for the elevator.
“Naturally,” he agreed.
A few short minutes later, the couple was at her apartment door. She slid in the key and twisted, the knob turned, and the door opened in. No sooner than she was inside, he pulled her to him. His mouth collided with hers. Her back was pressed against the wall.
She was dizzy. Her nerves burned like fire. Electricity danced along her skin, and an ocean flooded the space between her legs.
“Bedroom. Now,” he said between kisses.
“Door on the left,” she mumbled around his lips.