My Only Regret (Twisted Fate Book 1) (2 page)

"There are three simple rules in the game of seduction." His voice is deep and flirtatious, and it moves through my body in a way I've never experienced. I know right then that I need to do everything in my power to keep him talking.

"Rules huh? Okay, I'll bite, what are they?" I flirt back, knowing that my voice won't generate the same effect that his had on me.

"Oh yeah, there are rules." He leans closer, and I can smell him. I take a deep breath and am instantly drunk on the sex appeal oozing out of every pore on his body. "For instance, Rule #1 Never Break Eye Contact." His eyes hold my gaze as he continues to explain. "You were doing great, coming at me with that sultry walk and your perfect lips parted, I got hard just watching you. Then, your confidence was shattered. Was it the redhead? If so, I can assure you she means nothing to me." His hand brushes softly down my arm and I shiver uncontrollably.
 

Before I know what I'm doing, I answer him. "I thought maybe she was your girlfriend. I didn't want to interrupt whatever was going on between you."

"She's not my girlfriend." He moved even closer, and in this proximity I could feel the heat from his body, yet I still felt a shiver run down my spine. "Surely, you must have read my eyes. I know for a fact they were telling you exactly what I was thinking."
 

"Is that so?" My boldness suddenly returns and I place my hand on his clearly defined bicep. "I thought I was hearing something but I was a little confused on the translation. So, enlighten me, exactly what were those hazel eyes saying?"
 

His hand snakes around my waist, pulling me closer, his mouth brushes up against the shell of my ear, and he whispers so that only I can hear. "They were saying that I’d love nothing more than to get lost inside you. I want to run my tongue over every inch of your gorgeous body, and promise to linger in some places longer than others. They told you that I would love to fuck you so hard you forget your own name, and the only one you'll remember is mine. I want to do all of that, and more, if you'll let me." He pulls back and I swallow the breath I’ve been holding. Never has a man spoken to me so crudely, and never before have I ever wanted anything more in my entire life. I set my jaw and meet his eyes with my own. My legs may be trembling, but my voice is surprisingly steady.

"They’re saying all that?” I mindlessly nibble on my bottom lip and his eyes follow the movement hungrily. “Are my eyes talking to you?"

He laughs through his smile as he nods his head. "Believe me, your eyes are telling a story of their own. For instance, when I stand next to you, your eyes smile, telling me how you would like nothing more than to lose yourself in my arms. And when I touch you, they open wider, telling me that even though you like my hands on you, you secretly wish they were touching you somewhere else." As he says this, he steps closer, and places a soft kiss on my neck. "But when I kiss you, your eyes close, and
that
tells me everything I need to know." He offers a smug smile, and even that gesture is sexy when it comes from him.

I tilt my head and ponder his observations. "Oh really, and may I ask what
that
is?" His face grows serious as he brings his mouth back to my ear, but this time he doesn’t whisper.

"When those beautiful blue eyes close, they're begging me to take you away and make love to you all night."

"Making love huh? What happened to fucking?" I challenged him. He chuckles softly before nipping at my ear.

"Ah, sweetheart, making love is not usually my style. Fucking is something I do often, and I do it very well, but perhaps in your case I could do both."

"Why the sudden willingness for change?" I ask, brazenly.

"The answer's quite simple, actually. See, to me, women are like flowers." He catches me rolling my eyes and goes on to explain. "Cliché, I know, but I have a point. Most of the women I entertain are like the simple arrangement you'd find in every florist or grocery store. They're pretty to look at, simple to care for, but not you, you are different. You're like a rare orchid, stunningly beautiful, but you require more care and attention. The investment is great, but the payoff is totally worth it." He takes my hand in his and dots kisses up my arm. "I'd like to show that same care and attention to you."

"Then what are you waiting for?" I ask, breathlessly. He lets out a half-laugh and drags his bottom lip between his teeth. That simple gesture is so sexy that, if repeated a few more times, might bring me to orgasm. It leads me to imagine all of the things he can do to me with that perfect mouth. His lips aren't thin; they are plump and absolutely perfect. He has beautifully straight teeth, and I envision them leaving tiny bite marks all over my body when he’s finished caring for me.

He threads his hands through my hair and pulls my mouth against his. This isn't a soft, first kiss. This kiss is different. There are no promises, no pleasantries. This kiss is hungry, and he devours me with every push and pull. His tongue parts through the seam of my lips and claims me. I press deeper into him and weave my tongue against his, running the tip of my tongue along the ridge of his teeth before resuming the dance his tongue has been doing with mine. Our mouths are welded together, breathing of our own accord is no longer an option, and with every moan and groan we breathe life into each other. With every flick and swish I feel myself melting further into his touch. I want him to take everything he needs from me. I want to experience everything he has to offer. Most of all, I want to get lost in him, if only for tonight. I've never felt this free, and I don't know if I ever will again, or even if I should, but I’m sure as fuck not about to walk away now.
 

Wrong, or not, I can't wait for this man to make me forget my own name. In fact, I will do everything in my power to make sure he fulfills that promise.

He breaks our kiss, and I sigh heavily at the loss of his warmth against me. Our foreheads touch momentarily before I feel his lips on my neck. I find it strange that I feel so comfortable with him, and notice that our bodies respond almost as if we're not strangers at all. I find myself wondering if he notices the same thing.

"What about Rule #2?” I ask, breathlessly, not ready for the seduction to end.

"That's a no-brainer, you need to be a willing partner, and based on that kiss I'd say you were ready, willing, and definitely able." He gives a throaty laugh, and the low timbre of his voice vibrates softly, teasing my skin.

"You seem pretty sure of yourself." I cock my head and give a jaunty wink, silently wondering where my newfound cockiness has come from.

"Never been wrong before, sweetheart." His head dips and I lift my chin to meet his lips once more. I allow my hands to move freely over his back and then down to his jean-clad ass, eliciting a low chuckle from his perfect mouth. "I don't know who you are, or where you came from, but promise me you'll wait until my set is over, then I'll do everything I promised, and then some." His voice is low and raspy, and I feel high from the passion we just shared. I nod, wordlessly, and back up slowly, his hand still holding onto mine, claiming me even as we part. "Pick a place up against the stage, I'll sing one for you." He offers me a quick wink before turning to head backstage.

I stand there wondering if I'd just imagined all of that, or if I’m actually going to leave with that sexy hunk of a man. Now that he’s gone, the idea feels too reckless. I’ve never kissed a stranger the way I let him kiss me, and I know I’ve never agreed to go home with a man I’ve just met. So, the question is, why now? I come to my senses and know I can't take him up on his offer, no matter how hot he made me, or how desirable his kisses made me feel. I turn and look for Mel, finding her at the bar talking to a group of guys. I work my way through the mass of people and wait for the right moment to tell her that I need to leave. I need to get out of here before I do something I’ll regret later. I know that if I let him do all of those things to me, I would most assuredly regret it, not because I would feel cheap and used, but because something tells me if I have a taste of him I’ll never be able to get him out of my mind.

"Mel." I called, trying to get her attention, but fail. "Melonie." I tried again. "Mel!" I yelled, finally catching her eye. "I'm going to grab a cab--"
 

The rest of my speech was drowned out as the announcer came over the sound system.
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and welcome back to the stage, Seattle's very own, Twisted Fate!
Suddenly, the room goes dark, and stage lights come on to reveal four amazingly hot guys standing there, and the one that made me all kinds of promises only moments ago is standing front and center. He opens his mouth and starts to sing, and all my reasons for leaving quickly evaporate. My head may be telling me to run, but my body demands that I stay and take him up on his offer. His eyes scan the crowd, finally landing on me, and I know then and there that nothing short of an act of God could get me to leave this space.
 

"Rhy?" I hear Mel calling, but I don't reply. "Rhyann!" She yells, clapping her hands in front of my face to break my trance. "Why do you want to leave? We just got here. We came to see hot guys, and look up there. They are four of the hottest guys I've seen in a long ass time." I nod, still unable to formulate a sentence. "Look at that bass player. Damn, he is hot. Oh, and that singer is like sex on a stick. I wouldn't mind licking that."

"I kissed him." I blurt out.

"What? Are you serious?" She blinks rapidly.

"Um hmm. We're hooking up afterwards." I glance over my shoulder at her. Her mouth hangs open and now it’s her turn to be speechless. Mel is my best friend, she knows me better than anyone, and she knows that hooking up with a stranger is not my style.
 

"Yeah, right!" She scoffs. "And I'm gonna blow the bassist in the bathroom." She doubles over laughing. It takes a few moments of me not blinking to make her stop. "You're serious?"

I turn and give her a deadpan stare. "Yes, I am. It's what you said I should do, right?" I raise my brow slightly and she smiles and nods. Regrets be damned, tonight that man will be all mine, and I intend to make the most of every second I have with him.

"You go girl!"

I
'm waiting for him when he finishes up backstage. Their set ended thirty minutes ago, and I was beginning to wonder if he'd changed his mind, or found someone else, but then the door opens and he enters the abandoned hallway.

"Hey, you. I wasn't sure if you'd stick around. Sorry that took so long." His mouth curves into a sexy smile as his hands find my waist. I raise my hand and boldly run my fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower.
 

"I considered leaving." I replied, watching with interest as the cocky smile quickly leaves his perfectly chiseled face. "Then I remembered that you never told me Rule #3. I knew if I left without knowing I would never be able to live with myself." I teased, and the cocky smile returns as he covers the distance between us.

"Rule #3 is simple. One Night Only. No Strings. We have our fun then go our separate ways. Think you can handle that?" His hands flatten against the wall and he steps forward, effectively caging me in.

Without hesitation, I press my mouth to his neck and skim my tongue over his hot skin. I nip my way to the hollow of his throat, then down the front of his shirt, pausing just over his heart. I place a chaste kiss there before he grabs my ass and lifts me up, curling my legs around his waist. He presses me against the wall as talented hands work their way beneath my shirt. His thumbs caress my breasts through the fabric of my bra, then slip in to flick over the hardened peaks. His lips meet mine and barely make contact before his tongue plunges deep within the warmth of my awaiting mouth. This man kisses like nothing I have ever experienced. When his lips move against mine, and his tongue works its magic, he isn't just kissing me; he’s making love to me with his mouth, and all I can think is if he kisses this good, sex with him is going to be out of this world.

"I'll take that as a yes." He murmurs into my flesh.

"Oh, God, yes." I throw my head back, moaning as his lips tickle over the soft spot behind my ear. "Do that again--" I pause, pulling back to look in his beautiful eyes. "I don't even know your name."

"It's Jesse." He smiles, resuming his gentle pecks. "But I have been called God once or twice."

"You know something stud, I'll bet you have." I responded, huskily, rocking my hips against his waist for friction.

"I really want to be inside you right now, but not here, not in this hallway. Come back to my place. I live alone and you can be as loud as you want. You can call me Jesse, God, or even Steve. I just want to hear you screaming when I feel you squeezing around me." I stop moving and push us slightly apart. "What, too much?" He tilts his head seductively, somehow knowing his cockiness is a lot to take in, but that isn't the problem.

"Never, ever, ask me to call you Steve. Okay?" I glare at him and slide my legs to the floor.

"Sure baby, no problem. No Steve. Forget I ever said it." He kisses me again and his hand palms the front of my jeans as his finger swirls back and forth over the seam, driving me crazy. "What's wrong with that name?" He asks, curiously.

"That's my bosses name, and I don't ever want to think of him when I am doing this." I moan, getting lost in the sensation caused by his talented hand.

"Got it." He stops stroking and grabs my hips. "Hey babe, let's go to my place, by the time I'm finished with you, I promise you will have forgotten his name too."
 

"O-kay." I stammered, feeling excited and almost frightened all at the same time.

He bends down and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder. I giggle like a little girl, excited by his sudden childlike behavior. This man has me feeling all sorts of things. Sexy, funny, desirable, happy, wanted. In his presence I suddenly realize how sexually starved I’ve been. As we drive toward his place I look over and study his profile. He catches me staring and gives a playful wink, then shocks me by linking his hand with mine; reminding me again of how comfortable he makes me feel. We ride in silence for a bit before I ask him a few questions.