Her face lowered, Lisa looks up at him seductively and grins. “Thank-you.” Turning her hand over, his finger traces it. She feels an ice cold shiver run through her body, leaving pools of warmth as it moves. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”
He smiles as his hand cups hers. Running his thumb over her palm, he moves his chair closer to hers and leans in to whisper in her ear…or so she thought. His breath fans out across her ear and the sensitive skin of her neck. Gooseflesh runs over her body and her eyes look around the room, hoping no one has caught on to what they are doing.
“Ignore them,” he whispers. It was alluring, intoxicating.
She closes her eyes as his lips press against her neck. His hand moves up her arm until he reaches her neck, cupping the side of her head. He kisses further up her neck until his teeth nibble on her earlobe. His breath, soft in her ear, makes her gasp softly. She moves her free hand over Samuel’s chest, feeling the muscles contracting under his clothing. She pushes her hand across his chest, gliding over his shoulder. Her fingers gently dig into his flesh as she pulls him towards her, wanting him closer. Opening her eyes, she notices a light haze drifting around their table. She blinks slowly as people walk by. No one seems to realize they are sitting alone in this dark corner. She sighs softly to herself as she closes her eyes again.
Kissing up her jawline, Samuel captures Lisa’s lips with his own. Gliding his tongue over her warm lips, she parts them with a sigh. Deepening the kiss, Samuel’s hand holds the back of her head, pulling her closer. As his tongue tangles with hers, he tilts his head the other way, crushing his lips to hers once again. A warmth ignites between Lisa’s thighs, a longing for Samuel to be between them.
"Have you seen Lisa?" A familiar voice rings out behind her.
Reluctantly pulling away, she looks up at Samuel. The desire on his features is so strong that she’s grateful to be sitting at the moment. His eyes are deep brown, almost black, with desire. They call to her, wanting her to leave with him. She could feel lust possessing her body, wanting to feel Samuel's lips on her breasts and between her legs. His stare is intense. Forcing herself to look away, the haze around them vanishes.
"There you are!" Jill comes up to Lisa and looks down at her. She pauses for a moment, looking between Lisa and Samuel, biting her lip. "Oh, umm, I'm sorry."
Lisa shakes her head and stands up, adjusting her dress. She looks down at Samuel as he adjusts himself. Lisa's brows rise and she smiles at him, mouthing sorry as she reaches over, picking up her bottle of Grey Goose.
Turning to Jill, a sense of relief flooding through her, she steps away from Samuel. "Are you okay?" Lisa asks and Jill nods. She looks back at Samuel, then at Lisa.
"Yeah, but I can't say the same for him." She smirks at Lisa. "Are you two...?" Jill leaves open the obvious question.
Shaking her head, she says, "No, we are not. At least, I don't think so." Lisa looks back at Samuel for a moment and they make eye contact. The corner of Samuel’s lips curl in a smirk and the desire in his eyes is almost enough to force her back to him. Shaking her head, she lowers her gaze and turns back to Jill. "No, we are not."
Jill loops her arm through Lisa's as they make their way through the party. "I want to dance. Come on, let's go!" Lisa grins and shakes her head, then holds up her bottle of Grey Goose. Jill takes it from her and walks over to the bar, exchanging a few words with the bartender. She turns and points to Lisa, and the bartender nods. Taking the bottle, the bartender places it back into the freezer, while Jill leaves a tip on the bar for him.
She makes her way back to Lisa, smirking. “All taken care of. Now, let's dance." Taking Lisa's hand in hers, she leads her out onto the dance floor just as the music shifts. Techno music from Benny Benassi pounds through the speakers. Grinning, Jill lifts her arms and moves her body to the rhythm.
"What the hell?" Lisa laughs and starts dancing with her friend. Moving to the beat of the music, Lisa feels it slowly surround her body, engulfing her and wrapping silken fingers of desire around her. The warmth of a body falls in step behind her. Hands grasp her arms and seductively move down her soft skin. Reaching her wrists, they lift her arms up over her head before moving down her body, roaming past her shoulders, down her waist, over her hips.