Page 9 of Taboo

She swallowed and shook her head. Still saying nothing.

His mouth curled up on one side, his dimple appearing.

“So, I guess I shouldn’t tell you I’ve been wondering what you taste like?”

She swallowed again, then said, “You expect me to believe that you’ve been thinking about…what my mouth tastes like?”

Another chuckle, the rich, deep sound sending her head spinning.

“Those aren’t the lips I was thinking about tasting.”

Good lord. She didn’t like dirty talk. Or, maybe she thought she shouldn’t. She’d only been with one man and he was…well, boring. It’s why she called off their wedding. Was this what she had been missing?

His gaze dipped down to her mouth, then back up to meet her eyes. “Although, I wouldn’t mind tasting those lips either.”

Oh, God. Need rushed through her, her entire body lighting up. She wanted that. What was wrong with her? Why did this man appeal to her? Well, other than the fact that he’s a bloody god. She could just imagine how all those hard muscles felt like beneath her fingers.

“But, if you aren’t interested, we can just enjoy our drinks.”

She didn’t do things like this. She always did the right thing, whatever would keep her on the straight and narrow. Until she split with Gregor, she had never been featured in a tabloid because of her behavior. And where did that get her? Exiled from England—albeit to Hawaii—so that the scandal could die down. Her brothers never worried about that. No one questioned their behavior. They were allowed to have sex lives without all of the judgement.

And she was damned sick of it.

One night. Fun. Escape. A beautiful man who was actually attracted to her.

“Jules?”

She studied him but said nothing, thinking over the idea. Of taking him to bed, letting him do all the things she’d read about other women experiencing. She didn’t know how she knew it, but she knew this guy could do them all. THEM. ALL.

“No worries,” he said shaking his head.

“You’re rescinding your offer?”

It was his turn to blink, then his mouth curved up slowly and before she knew it, he was grinning at her.

“No. It’s an open invitation.”

She downed the rest of her drink, then leaned forward. “I think I would very much like to know what you taste like, Alek.” Her gaze drifted down, then back up. “In more ways than one.”

He groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

She laughed but stopped the moment he leaned closer and pressed his mouth against hers. Just a simple kiss, but it changed in a flash the second his tongue slipped over the seam of her lips. She opened to him, easily. He tasted of the whiskey they had shared and temptation. So much temptation. She had never been a woman who jumped without looking, but in this instance, she wanted it. Craved him on some level that left her almost dizzy.

She shifted closer to him and felt the dampness of her panties. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to be on fire, sizzling just beneath the surface of her flesh.

She slipped her hand up to slide her fingers through his short, dark hair. There was a loud moan, a vibration of need that past between them, and she realized it came from her. She wanted him. Right there, in the booth, and she didn’t care who saw them.

When that hit her, she realized she needed to get herself under control. This hotel had the very best security—her family made sure of that. Still, that didn’t mean she should jump on the first attractive man who came on to her.

She forced herself to pull back. His eyelids lifted slightly, his pupils were dilated, which told her he was at least attracted to her.

“You truly don’t know who I am?”

He shook his head. There was no deception in his clear gaze. Just raw desire. The same desire that was pounding through her veins. The longer they stared at each other, his eyebrow rose in question.

She opened her purse to pay for the drinks, but he growled. Julienne looked up.

He was pulling out his wallet and throwing a few twenties on the table. “I pay.”

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