Page 23 of Not Your Average Vixen
She was getting the vixen act down pat!
He leaned in, and she inhaled hints of whiskey and sandalwood. “Because that guy had been trying to get your attention all night, and I didn’t like it.”
“Why not?” she repeated, pulse pounding. Her brain had turned to mush, andwhy nothappened to be the only two words she was capable of verbalizing.
He’d been watching her, just as she’d been watching him.
Was she the predator or the prey?
His sexy smirk morphed into something deliciously wolfish. “Because I want you all for myself.”
There was the answer.
Prey or not, she couldn’t deny that this vixen business was exhilarating.
“Let me introduce myself. I’m—” he began, but she pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. The contact rippled through her body.
She leaned in. “First names only. I’m Bridget.”
She went to remove her finger from where it rested against his lips, but he gripped her wrist and pressed her finger back in place. Without missing a beat, the man opened his mouth and grazed his teeth slowly up her index finger. When he’d made it to the top, he licked the pad of her trembling digit.
Wowza!
A tremor passed through her body as the air around them became electrified. She arched a fraction closer to him. She was no virgin, but this kind of sexual energy was like a tornado trapped inside a hurricane, and she was walking straight into the storm.
“I’m Soren,” he answered.
Soren.
What a perfect name. It sounded like a movie star or some mega mogul.
She stared into his eyes, mesmerized. She’d seen this man for the first time less than an hour ago. Now, she was cuddled up next to him in a darkened booth. He released her hand, still tingling from his tongue.
“I think you’re a woman who likes to play, Bridget,” he said, that wolfish grin turning carnal.
He slid his hand up her thigh. And, in what could only be described as the polar opposite reaction to what she’d experienced with the creep at the bar, she reveled in his attention. With his warm breath against her skin and the scorching heat radiating off his body, his strong, rough hand lit a path straight to the apex of her thighs. Instinctively, she parted her legs and allowed him access to her most sensitive place as her fantasy became a reality.
She gripped his thigh, needing to anchor herself to this man, to this moment. He rocked his palm against her as his middle finger teased her entrance.
“Soren,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.
“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already wet,” he answered in a low growl, his whiskey sandalwood scent driving her wild.
Her nipples tightened into sharp peaks at the low, dirty rumble of his voice. But she wanted more. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. It didn’t matter that they were in a crowded restaurant. It didn’t matter that a waiter could arrive at any second. She was locked in, trapped by wanton attraction, and utterly enthralled with Soren’s seduction.
He smiled, and that sexy wolfish grin sealed her fate. “Bridget,” he purred, drinking her in.
Her name, flowing from his lips, sent her arousal ratcheting up another notch.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He massaged her with deliciously slow strokes, kindling a flame deep within. And heaven help her, her toes curled as she rocked against his hand, back and forth, setting a sinfully slow pace.
“Do you know what I want to do to you?” he asked as the sweet torture of his touch left her breathless.
She squeezed his thigh harder as he teased her entrance.
“Tell me,” she begged on a tight moan.
