Page 26 of Mine To Possess

She grins suddenly. “Say you’ll dance with me. Please. This is my favorite song and it’s nearly half gone.” She reaches forwards and grabs my hand. “I love this song,” she urges. “Come on. Please. Dance with me, Viktor.”

I’m too surprised by the trap she set to react properly. Dancing isn’t really my scene, but I’m intrigued and more than a little seduced by her, and it’s also a shock to realize how much I want to be with her, so I allow her to pull me to my feet and let her lead me out onto the empty dance floor.

“Loosen up, Viktor,” she orders. “Dancing is meant to be fun. You look like you’re being punished.”

I move my hips a little and she nods approvingly. “Better.”

She throws her head back and closes her eyes, her arms in the air. Her lips mouth the words as she sways and twirls. She looks amazing, and it takes everything I have not to pull her into my arms and kiss that swollen mouth.

Suddenly the song ends, and Amelia opens her eyes and looks at me. Her blue gaze hits me like a punch in the solar plexus.

“One more song,” she begs and steps closer to me.

“You need to loosen up those hips, though,” she teases with a grin.

Laughing, she puts her hands on my hips and moves them, pushing my hips from side to side. I try to appear unaffected and detached, but her touch is setting me on fire, sending shock waves of desire through me. The sensation is so intense it feels like I’m a horny teenager once more.

She looks up at me again and I see she’s no longer laughing. She’s staring up at me, her eyes darkening with desire. Her mouth parts as if in slow motion. As I watch tantalized, the little minx runs her tongue over her trembling lower lip.

That does it.

I wrap my arms around her, yank her closer and crush her lips to mine. She gasps with shock, but her hands snake up from my hips and wrap themselves tightly around my waist. I push my tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweet one.

She runs her hands up my back. I push one hand into her soft hair. The music beats around us, and it feels like Amelia and I are in a cocoon of lust and acute awareness. We are the only two people in the world at that moment.

My body responds to her touch, like fire in my veins spreading out through me, making me want more and more. Amelia’s kiss is passionate and as hungry as my own. She presses her body tightly against me and I can feel the heat of her body through my shirt. Her hard nipples dig into my stomach. Amelia’s clean scent of shampoo and soft perfume consumes me, taking over my thought processes, not letting me get any reprieve from my raging hard on.

And fuck me, I kiss that girl like I’ve never kissed anyone before.

My heart pounds in my chest like a wild animal, urging me to throw her over my shoulder like some Neanderthal and carry her back to my cave. The thought of what I would do to her in my bed makes me lose my head… until I hear her moan into my mouth. With that small, almost innocent sound my outrageous fantasy comes crashing around me. Reality hits like a bucket of cold water over my head.

I can’t do that to her.

I can’t let myself get attached to her. And she’s not the sort of girl I can fuck and forget. I know I should end the kiss, but instead, I deepen it.

I can’t seem to stop, even though I know I should.

14

AMELIA

Iwas starting to think Viktor was never going to kiss me.

At first, I thought the attraction was one sided, just a crush I’d developed. The more I flirted with him, the more convinced I became he was uninterested in me in that way… until that time our skin touched. And then I knew.

He’d felt that spark too.

But I could tell that he was trying to keep his distance. Then finally he got the hint when I put my hands on his hips and started to loosen him up a little bit. I never would have been brave enough to do that without the champagne, but it worked like magic. It showed Viktor I was into him, and he didn’t have to worry about kissing his employee. After all it’s not like I work directly for him. Justine is my boss.

There’s no need to think he’s taking liberties, because I’m right there with him. I want him desperately, and if I’m honest more, much more than he wants me. And not just because I’m tipsy, but because I’m a little bit obsessed with him. Have been since the first night we met.

Whatever it was that made him kiss me, I’m so glad it finally happened. I was about to burst, waiting to see if something would happen between us. Well, it’s worth the wait. He’s the kind of kisser a girl can only dream about. The way he possessively crushes me against his body makes my knees go weak., but his kiss is deep and passionate. I’ve never been kissed like this before. I’m used to inexperienced slobbery kisses, not this sensual, passionate, deep invasion of my mouth. It lights up my whole body and makes me crave more.

One of his hands is twisted in my hair, the other is pressing on the small of my back. My own hands are moving wildly up and down his broad back, feeling the taut muscles that lie beneath the silky material. God help me, but I really want to rip his shirt off and run my hands all over his skin.

For those few moments I forget we’re in the middle of a club. We’re not alone. There are people around us, probably watching us.

My pussy feels hot and swollen. I can feel how slippery it is as I move. The dampness soaks into my panties. My nipples are hard and sensitive as they press against Viktor’s chest and my clit is tingling in a delicious way, begging for Viktor’s touch.