Page 12 of Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 6

Dee

Lulu was telling the truth. I was a very good dancer, but in the arms of my sinfully sexy boss, I felt like was stepping all over myself. Maybe because I was so buzzed. And so turned on.

My hands rested on his broad shoulders while his arms draped around my back, holding me firmly and swaying me side to side as Ed Sheeran played on the sound system. With my five-foot-four body stuffed into my spikey heels, I was almost eye-level with him and close enough to feel his warm breath heat my cheeks. I soaked in his gorgeous face. His scorching blue eyes, manly straight nose, luscious mouth, and strong jaw that was laced with an oh so sexy fine layer of stubble. Call me drunk, but I was at a loss for words and knew that anything that came out of my mouth would be slurred or sound all wrong. I was hoping there would be no need for conversation. Wishful thinking.

“Your sister was right. You are a good dancer,” he began with a sexy smile.

Heating, I managed a small thanks. I refrained from telling him that I was just following his lead. He was a great dancer himself. Smooth, fluid, and definitely in control.

“You okay?” asked Drake, gripping me tighter and drawing me closer to him. So close my breasts grazed his steely chest, my fingers longing to run over every ripple of his defined abs. My nipples hardened and a spray of tingles showered me from head to toe. I stared into his blue orbs.

“Are you sure you’re not gay?” Why did I keep asking this question? Was I too blitzed to make intelligent conversation? Or was I simply looking for a reason to not be physically attracted to him?

He rolled his eyes at me and then a wicked smirk lifted his edible lips. “Geez. Do I have to prove it to you?”

On my next heartbeat, his lips came crashing down on mine in a fierce kiss ripped right out of a movie. In seconds, our tongues were dancing and my fingers were fisting his hair, pulling his face toward me and deepening the kiss…a kiss like none other.

God. It had been so long. He tasted warm and delicious, a mixture of sweet and salty from the margaritas. A bolt of electricity shot through me, igniting every cell in my body, causing an explosion of fireworks behind my eyelids. As he drew me tighter against him, his hardness pressed against my stomach, and I could feel the heat of it right through his jeans. My fingers clung to the roots of his silky hair, fearing that if I let go I would move my hand between his legs and do a crotch grab, that’s if I didn’t faint first. Or yank down his fly.

Finally, as the song ended, he withdrew his mouth from mine. The intoxicating taste of him lingered on my tongue.

“Are you satisfied?” he asked softly, his hooded eyes locking with mine.

I wanted his lips back on mine in the worst way. As if I was thinking out loud, his lips touched down again and this time my moans filled his mouth as I reclaimed it with equal hunger and need.

Another barrage of sparks bombarded me as I felt myself orbiting into the stratosphere. My head was spinning. Everything was spinning. Yup, I was leaving the planet.