Several cocktails later I really didn’t care about having Theo next to me. I didn’t care about anyone around me to be fair. I let my hair down, kicked off my shoes, and got lost in the dance rhythms the DJ was spinning at the beach bar. I was sweating, the breeze moving the hair stuck to my neck off my skin. I finished my drink, sucking on the ice cube, lost in the movement.
Did I have to get up for another conference tomorrow? Yes.
Did I care? Not tonight I didn’t.
I turned away from any overly eager wannabe dance partner, dancing on my own. It had always been that way so why would I change that tonight? Another song started and I signaled for a refill to the handsome server with the charming smirk and the magnetic butt. One I checked out as he walked away.
I turned away, locking eyes with Theo sitting at our table. I had felt his gaze on me throughout the evening, something unknown in his eyes. Something new in the set of his jaw.
I couldn’t bring myself to look away. Not as I took a sip of my fresh drink, not as I moved to a new song. And not as he got up and strutted toward me, his gaze unwavering. Determination shining in his mossy eyes.
I watched through my lashes, my mouth stretched into a crooked smile.
Was I freaking flirting with Theo? Yes, yes, I was.
And I loved it. Tonight something felt different. I could blame it on the cocktails, the tropical air, or the temperatures boiling my brain. But the truth was I was enjoying his attention and wanted to push the boundaries. Just for tonight.
He leaned closer, his breath tickling my ear. “Can I have this dance?” His voice was smoky and thick, talking to something deeper in me.
I nodded, putting down my glass. We swayed to the song, his hands on my hips. My skin felt scorched under his touch, hyperalert of everywhere our bodies connected. I surprised myself wanting to have even more points of contact.
I turned around, wrapping my arms around his neck. I slowly moved my eyes from his chiseled jaw, to his full mouth, to his straight nose, and finally to his eyes that shone with something unspoken. Something I wanted to uncover. Tonight.
One song rolled to the next, people started disappearing around us, and still we didn’t let go of each other like we were afraid to break the magic of the moment. And neither of us wanted to do that.
I felt intoxicated by the night, by the atmosphere. And by his fragrance, the feel of his body touching mine, the feel of me touching him. Every hill and valley of his muscular shoulders and chest.
“Mia, what are we doing?” he whispered, his lip brushing the shell of my ear.
“I don’t care.” I couldn’t have cared less about him being the co-worker I barely tolerated. The man that drove me nuts. That made me pull my hair out.
He pulled away, pinning me down with his gaze. I touched his lower lip that was fuller than his top one, running my index finger over the softness of it. I kept staring at his mouth, wanting to know what it would feel like to have it on my body. All over.
I leaned into him, a mere inch between our lips when I looked into his eyes. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Instantly, I saw flame ignite in his eyes, brightening the color of his irises. “I don’t want you to wake up with regrets.”
“Why don’t you let me worry about that?” I ran my tongue across his lip. “And you worry about whose room’s closer.”