“I’ll try not to be offended that your attention seems to be elsewhere,” Atu stated drolly.
She turned slowly, struggling to maintain her composure when his earth-and-sandalwood scent filled her senses. “What would you do with my attention if you had it?” She didn’t know where the brazen question came from, and she held her breath as his eyes narrowed on her.
His nostrils flared and his head dipped a touch closer to hers. Did his pupils dilate a little or was it her imagination? “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl,” she snapped, ignoring the way his growling voice sent shivers over her body.
A sound rumbled from his throat, his words too thick to be coherent, but she suspected he’d murmured, “Don’t I know it.”
Over his shoulder she watched her sister and Fii move closer to the DJ’s booth. A few words were exchanged and a different song started, a slower, more intoxicating beat that seemed to send a wave of sensuality through the air.
The lights in the club dimmed further.
Amelie’s heartbeat escalated.
Before she lost her nerve, she swayed closer, closer, until there was a mere whisper of a breath between them.
Brooding eyes scoured her face, an expression weaving over his features that said he was battling something. Before she could decipher it, his hands slid around her waist.
He tugged her that last inch and her chest collided with his. Her sharp breath mingled with the hint of a groan from him. His head lowered a little more, his nose a whisper from her earlobe, enough to feel his breath wash over her.
She shivered, her hands rising to rest tentatively on his forearms.
She’d gone on some light-hearted dates with a few university mates. Had been kissed by one or two.
While it’d been pleasant enough, nothing this intense had happened to her before. And he hasn’t even kissed me. Yet somehow she knew that when this intensity happened, it would be with Atu Quayson. He’d been the leading man in her every fantasy since she was old enough to register what her hormones meant.
And every cell in her body craved it.
“Let’s get out of here.” His breathing was a little ragged, the clench in his face stemming from more than the annoyance he’d felt previously.
It took a few seconds for Amelie to decipher what was happening. Atu was aroused. By her!
Then another second to register that her pelvis was grinding into his, the movement almost independent of her will or thoughts. Time suspended in stunned anticipation as they breathed the same air, his eyes settling on her mouth with ravenous intent.
When his hand captured her wrist, she fought the urge to sway into his side, to experience more of whatever fever was gripping her. Gripping them.
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