Page 4 of Touch of Smoke
He titled his head. “And yet you’re over here hiding in a corner.”
“I’m not hiding,” she said.
“Yeah, you are,” he replied.
“Ro,” she said in a voice that was a notch away from being whiny but was somehow still sexy as hell.
“Sariya,” he replied, then chuckled. “Okay, look, answer one more question and then I’ll let you go back to your wedding duties.”
“Okay,” she replied with another sigh.
“Do you want me?”
He was positive she couldn’t tell he was holding his breath, praying that she would give him the answer he’d been waiting for, for far too long. It wasn’t in his nature to ask twice for anything. When he decided he wanted something he went out and got it. But he’d never wanted anything or anyone the way he wanted this woman.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, then she released them as she appeared to expel a deep breath through partially parted lips. She blinked as she stared at him, then squared her shoulders. “Yes,” she said in a voice that was almost too soft for him to hear over the music. “Yes, I want you.”
The grin that spread across his face was probably the goofiest he’d ever had, but he didn’t give a damn. The excitement that ripped through him was also new and potent and he closed the distance between them. “Go, take care of Donyell, then come to my room.”
When she opened her mouth to protest, he dipped his head and eased his tongue inside, swiping it along hers, once, then twice, then a third time before he forced himself to break the contact. Or he was going to put her ass up on that bar and spread her legs in front of two hundred and thirty-five wedding guests.
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. . .
present day
Black washis new favorite color.
The way those black pants hugged her perfectly round ass and that half black shirt left just enough of her back bare for his mouth to start watering—hell, fuckin’ yeah, Ro was lovin’ the color black tonight.
He was also thoroughly enjoying watching her dance. There was no doubt she heard the music. The way her hips rolled and her thighs parted right along with every thump and boom of bass had him signaling for the server.
“Yeah, bring me another one,” he told the young lady who appeared at his table wearing a short black dress. Then he nodded to where the sexy woman stood. “And find out what she was drinking. Bring one of those over here as well.”
When the server walked away, his gaze landed on the fine ass woman once more. He’d first noticed her when he sat down at the table farthest to the back of the space. She’d been sitting at the bar, with her back to him. Even though he couldn’t see herface, something had captured his gaze, keeping it pretty much locked on her until the moment she slid off the stool. And now she danced right there in that spot. Not toward the center of the room where a few others had gathered. No, she was off by herself, her back still to him.
The first thing that had caught his attention—before she got up and sent his dick into a full-on frenzy with her ass profile—was her hair. Ro loved when women wore their hair natural. He loved how the different textures felt between his fingers, rubbing along his jaw or over his chest. He adored the styles they wore, marveling at the versatility. This woman’s hair had been pulled away from her face and held at the top of her head by what he presumed was a band. But from there it fell free in this big wild array of curls that his fingers itched to touch. As she danced, her hair moved and he had a quick vision of it moving the same way with her face between his legs. He could bury his fingers in those thick curls then, get a good grip on her head and hold her steady while he pumped into her mouth.
“Shit!” He moved against the bench where he’d been sitting. Sending a silent thanks it was pretty dark over here, he eased a hand down and adjusted his dick that was now pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.
The server came back with his drink and set the other one on the table in front of him. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Retrieving a couple of bills, he offered them to the server. “Go tell her I’ve got a drink waiting for her,” he said.
With a grin and a shake of her head, the server took the money and walked toward the dancing goddess that Ro was determined to take home with him tonight. He picked up his glass and took a slow sip, then put it down when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.
He retrieved the phone, read the text from his executive assistant and made a note to pull the customer file her messagereferred to as soon as he got home. He was just about to put his phone away and find his dancing queen again when someone cleared their throat.
“Thanks, but I don’t accept drinks from strange—” her words stopped.
Ro’s eyes widened as he stared up at her.
“Ronan?” she asked.
“Sariya?” he replied in a shocked tone that matched hers.
She shook her head. “What…what are you doing here?”
He stood. “Celebrating my sister’s birthday just like you.”
