Invitation to Seduction: Open Invitation, Book 1 by Jasmine Haynes, Jennifer Skully Page A

neck.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Stephen whispered. He didn’t want to share anymore. He wanted her to see him, to talk to him. When he took her again, he wanted no one else’s eyes on them.
    Her body tensed against his. “No. I have to go home.”
    Not yet, God, not yet. “It’s early.” He rotated his hips lightly against her backside, then pushed deep, needing to remind her that he was still inside her. His balls tightened; his cock hardened. She moaned and dug her fingernails into his arm beneath her breasts. “Don’t go,” he whispered.
    She leaned her head back on his shoulder, letting out a long sigh. “I’ll stay. For a little while.”
    He pulled out and zipped himself one-handed. Shit, he had to get rid of the condom. How the hell could he keep her with him? The moment he let go, she’d bolt.
    Smoothing her skirt down over her sweet ass, he turned her, then took her hand. “Come on.”
    He pushed through the mass of bodies, holding her securely in his grip. Their clasped hands felt so goddamn right. The light in the lobby almost blinded him as he shouldered open the double doors.
    Setting her in a corner, he rubbed her arms. “I’ll only be a minute.” He wanted to beg but commanded instead. “Don’t go.”
    Lip gloss glistened on her mouth. He had yet to take those lips, to taste her. Bending his head, he cupped her face in his palms. Touching his lips to hers, he licked the seam, urging her without words to open to him. She parted, stroking his tongue with hers. Her champagne taste sizzled between them.
    “Stay right here,” he murmured once more, holding her gaze with his, waiting for her promise, demanding it.
    “All right.”
    He left her with a last glance over his shoulder, his heart in his eyes, if she chose to look, and a lump in his throat.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Now would be the time to escape. But she wouldn’t leave.
    Her lips still tingled with his kiss. The sheer fabric of her blouse tantalized her nipples. She needed his touch on them. She wanted more. More kisses, his tongue in her mouth, his arms around her, his cock inside her, and his come filling her.
    She needed to hear him whisper all those beautiful things to her over and over. I want to fall asleep with my cock inside you. She needed so much more of the sensations.
    She closed her eyes and sagged against the wall. She craved the zest of his semen in her mouth, the feel of his cock between her lips, his hands in her hair, a groan torn from his throat. And those words that wrapped around her frozen heart.
    “Hey, you look a little lost over here all by yourself.”
    She jerked and opened her eyes. A man hovered. Close, but not too close. Tall, blond, and wide, like a linebacker or a bull rider, he braced himself against the wall. He didn’t touch her, yet his enticing cologne surrounded her.
    “I’m here with somebody else,” she said.
    “But he’s left you alone, hasn’t he.” Not a question, but a flat statement. As if he assumed her date was enjoying himself upstairs with someone else.
    “He’ll be right back.” She hoped.
    The man smiled and traced a finger along her nose without actually touching. “He’d be an idiot if he isn’t. He shouldn’t leave you alone. Some shark will definitely hit on you.”
    “Are you a shark?”
    He bared his teeth and crinkled attractive blue eyes. “I saw you standing over here, your eyes closed, looking like you needed to be kissed, and you turned me into one.”
    Somehow her need had been written on her face. He was probably in his midthirties, with a low voice that caressed. Lines at his mouth suggested he laughed. A lot. He smelled good, and he looked good...
    “He will be back,” she said, glancing once more at the door.
    “Call me selfish, but I hope he won’t be.”
    If he’d been more overt, more unattractive, or less sure of himself, she wouldn’t have been flattered. But he did flatter her. She smiled slightly, liking the attention.
    He pushed away