Forbidden Mountain Page 8
She was fucking gorgeous- gorgeous in a way that I didn’t often encounter. Working in the modeling industry, the type of women I met were usually narrow and slim in a boyish way, with distinctive features and identities that could change based on whatever shoot they were doing that afternoon. This woman? She was short by industry standards– maybe 5 foot 6, and curvy, with long dark hair that fell to her breasts, complementing her dark, berry-stained lips. And she was utterly hypnotic.
As the music pounded and the models walked, I tried my best to place her. Where had I seen her before? I felt a flicker of recognition, but nothing that I could attach to anything. Was she a model? An ex-model, maybe? An agent? I tore my eyes from her and forced them back to the stage. All I knew was that I wanted her desperately, in a way I hadn’t wanted anyone in a long time.
The show didn’t last long and, before I knew it, everyone was filing out to the cocktail party. I looked around the room, but I couldn’t see Tom anywhere. Tom Rhodes was my business partner, and of the two of us, he was not the serious one. He was likely backstage, comforting one of the girls or helping with hair and make-up to make sure everything was perfect. He just couldn’t go hands-off when it came to stuff like this, which was good for business but not so much when it came to socializing. Still, his absence gave me the chance to find the girl I had seen in the crowd, and I fully intended to take advantage of it.
As soon as I was out of the hall and standing in the opulent room where the cocktail party was being held, I grabbed some champagne and looked around for her. Where the hell was she? A woman like that doesn’t just vanish into the crowd that easily. Eventually, I spotted her over by the window, idly looking out over the city, with a glass of red wine in her hand. I squeezed my way through the crowd towards her, meeting her gaze as she turned toward me.
“Hey,” I said, grinning as I approached. I wondered if she recognized me- maybe she was an aspiring model and hoped that I could get her a foot in the door?
“Hello.” She cocked an eyebrow at me playfully, then took a sip of her wine. “Nice suit. Armani?”
“You’ve got a good eye.” I nodded, glancing down at the blazer I had on. “And that dress…”
“Longman.” Her eyes didn’t shift from mine. “I know it’s not exactly in style, but I love it.”
“I think you make it very stylish,” I commented. She moved a couple of inches closer to me, pulling her arm across her body as if keeping a barrier in between the two of us.
“I saw you sitting across from me.” She nodded in the direction of the hall where we’d just been. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Definitely,” I said. “But I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
She blushed a little but firmly met my gaze.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.” I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. There was chemistry here- serious, sizzling chemistry. I wanted her right there and then, and couldn’t have given a damn who saw us.
“I could give you something else to stare at,” she murmured, lowering her voice. And then she swept away from me- in the direction of the stairwell. I turned to watch her go, and she glanced over her shoulder with a come-hither look. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed our exchange, but everyone was too wrapped up in their conversations to have seen anything. I downed the rest of my champagne in a single gulp and hurried after her. I had a beautiful woman on my radar, and I wouldn’t keep her waiting.
She was waiting there for me, in the stairwell, that gorgeous dress looking even hotter on her in the harsh light. She sashayed towards me as soon as I came through the door, her heels clicking loudly on the concrete, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I want you, here,” she murmured in my ear, and I thought my head was going to explode with the heat in her voice.
Moments later our mouths met, and she moaned softly as I slipped my tongue past her lips. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around my waist, throwing her head back to allow me to pepper kisses down her throat and towards her breasts. She smelled intoxicating, of warm cinnamon and pepper and a hint of creamy vanilla to balance it out. My hands were everywhere at once- groping at her breasts, her ass, her legs. She was addictive, her skin soft and smooth under my fingertips. She responded to every touch with an approving little sigh or groan, and soon enough, I had worked my hand under her dress, parting her willing thighs with ease.
I backed her against the wall, hooking her panties down to her knees and sliding my hand up, so I was cupping her pussy gently. Then I pushed my fingers inside of her, savoring the feeling of her contracting around me…
~ End of Excerpt ~
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