Page 10 of Rival Desires

“Well, if it isn’t my mysterious dance partner in the flesh,” I said, aiming for nonchalance despite the adrenaline rush. I extended my free hand towards him.

“What a coincidence, huh?” he drawled, flashing a grin that made my heart race. “Great to see you again.”

“Likewise,” I replied, my voice husky as I shook his hand, feeling that familiar electric current sizzle through me once more.

“Stocking up on supplies?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.

“Just a few things,” I murmured, suddenly aware that I was still clutching his hand, my fingers interlaced with his. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, just a few necessities,” he said, glancing at his empty basket with a wicked smile. “Guess I forgot what they were.”

“If you forgot, they can’t be that important,” I teased, my eyes locked on him.

He glanced at my ice cream and raised an eyebrow. “You might want to hurry before that melts,” he said.

His smoldering gaze held me captive, leaving me breathless and weak in the knees.

“You know what? That ice cream’s not looking so tasty anymore,” I murmured, my voice low as I found myself mesmerized by the intensity in his eyes, now fixated on my lips. “I seem to have lost my appetite for anything edible.”

“Strange, me too,” he replied, his voice dropping to a low, husky rumble. “I’ve got a craving for something else entirely.”

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. “Fuck it,” I muttered, a small smile playing on my lips. “Let’s go do something.”

“I’d like that.” He grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Where do you want to go?”

My brain buzzed with options, weighing the pros and cons of finding a secluded spot. His pad or mine? No, either was too iffy, especially because I didn’t even know his name. Normally, I’d be cautious, but this guy had my inner daredevil itching to break free. The pull towards him was weirdly enough, too strong to ignore. A hotel room flitted through my mind, but that would take time and might kill the vibe; I didn’t want to risk ruining the moment with doubts or cold feet. We needed somethingimpulsive, a little risky, even - a dash of danger to add some extra zing to the mix.

And then, like a bolt from the blue, the perfect plan popped into my head. “C’mon, follow me,” I blurted out, shoving my half-filled shopping basket toward a cashier without glancing at her reaction. My gaze was locked on my hunky, sexy mystery man.

We practically sprinted out of the grocery store, our anticipation buzzing like a live wire. No need for words, I took the reins and led us to a nearby retail shop. I’d been there several times since moving here, so finding the fitting rooms was a cakewalk.

A minute later, I fumbled with the lock on the fitting room door, finally clicking it shut just as he followed me in. I spun around and flashed him a wink, instantly regretting it as I realized how utterly ridiculous I must’ve looked. Oh well, there’s no time for second-guessing now.

He reached out, but instead of diving straight for the goods, he surprised me by playing with a lock of my hair. “A public dressing room? You’re quite the adventurer, aren’t you?” he quipped, his voice dipping into a seductive murmur. “I must admit, Ihavebeen fantasizing about seeing you undress,” he confessed, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

Well, that confirmed it - we were both on the same wavelength, and it was heading straight for the gutter.

“Oh, my. It looks like I’m not the only one with a dirty mind,” I said, playfully tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Have you ever wondered what it’d be like to have me peel off your clothes, one by one as I lick every inch on your body?” I asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Because I’ve got to say, you feel pretty incredible, so I can only imagine how good you look.”

Then, he did that impossibly sexy thing where he pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, revealing a torso that was even more chiseled than I’d imagined. His breath caught as I traced my fingers over his abs, but when I ventured lower, following that enticing trail of hair down to the waistband of his pants, all that restrained power and strength I had sensed in him... just snapped.

His mouth collided with mine, just as hot and electric as it was the first time. One hand tangled in my hair, while the other grabbed my ass, making me moan. No doubt, this guy could seriously rock my world if I let him have an entire night with me.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” he panted, pulling away from me for a second. “I didn’t replace the one we used the other night.”

I gave a quick nod, still catching my breath. I rummaged through my purse and pulled out one of the condoms I’d stashed there a while back. When I looked up, he was down to just his boxer briefs, which left little to the imagination.

I passed him the condom and wriggled out of my jeans, taking my panties with them. Once they were off, I unhooked my bra and let it join the pile.

“Damn,” he murmured. His voice was deep and gruff, sending a shiver down my spine. But before I could even register it, he was all over me again, his mouth demanding and insistent on mine. His hands were rough and eager as they explored my body, squeezing and caressing my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

I bit his bottom lip gently, breaking our kiss for a moment.

“I need you inside me.”

I spun around, and spread my legs, planting my hands on the mirror. I had a split second to worry about the palm prints I was leaving behind for the store employees, but then a hand was on my ass, curling around my hip. His other hand went straight for the gold, and a single finger slid into me.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked,” he said, his lips brushing against my shoulder blade. “Did I do that?”

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