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

from the wall and held out his hand. “Let’s make a run for it, before he returns.”
    She looked from his hand to his charming eyes. “No thanks.”
    He cocked his head. One corner of his mouth lifted as he assessed her. “I don’t mind a threesome. Not if it’s with you.”
    “I mind.” Her date, if he could be called that in this place, stood just beyond the big guy’s shoulder. He wasn’t as tall or as wide, but his tone of voice more than made up for it.
    Still smiling, the blond man turned. “You shouldn’t leave her out here by herself.”
    She looked at the man who had taken her so thoroughly, so intimately, and wondered if he knew she wouldn’t have gone with anyone else, no matter how long he left her. She might have run, but she wouldn’t have taken another man’s hand.
    Face expressionless except for a dark glint in his eyes, he stood with his feet slightly apart, his hands at his sides. Like a gunslinger ready to do battle. For her. Finally, looking at her, he said, “She isn’t alone anymore.”
    With those words, she knew he referred to so much more than this moment, this night. She stepped forward to take his hand.
    The blond guy said, “Lucky man.” Then he melted into the swimming pool of bodies and disappeared.
    Squeezing her hand and letting his gaze follow the crowd, her lover murmured, “Yeah, I am lucky.” Then he looked down at her. “He made you feel good, didn’t he?”
    She dipped her head so he couldn’t see the truth, but he lifted her chin until she was forced to meet his eyes. “It’s okay you felt that way. You’re beautiful, and I’m not the only one who wants you.” He cupped her throat. “Every man here does.” He turned, pulling her beneath his arm, then bent to her ear. “See how they look at you.”
    “I don’t think I see the same thing you do.”
    “Over there. That one.” He pointed to a man near the bottom of the stairs, a curvy brunette at his side. “He’s not seeing her, he’s looking at you. Watch his eyes.”
    She did. Turned half toward her, the man let his gaze slide from her short skirt to her breasts in the see-through blouse.
    He eased her in front of him, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders. “Look at them all, see them watch you.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. She saw several men’s gazes on her. Eyeing her, salivating over her. She leaned into him, felt the hard press of his penis at the small of her back.
    “But you’re mine,” he whispered into her ear.
    She shivered. Yes, she was his. Yet she reveled in the desire of all those men. Her nipples hardened. She moistened between her legs. Then she pushed back against his erection, rubbed him, letting him know that the others didn’t matter beyond this moment of titillation.
    He nipped her lobe, then said, “Let’s get out of here. I want to be alone with you.”
    He turned her once more, took her hand again, then leaned in to rub his nose against hers. The caress was so sweet, so familiar, and he was so there .
    He grazed her knuckles with a kiss. There was something about a man looking in your eyes when he touched you. Her heart beat faster. “Where are we going?”
    He pivoted, pulling her along with him. “It’s a surprise.”
    With a moment’s hesitation, she let him step ahead of her.
    He felt the slight lag and stopped while the crowd flowed around them. “I’m not taking you to my place. You don’t need to be frightened.”
    He didn’t frighten her. Not right now. But she didn’t know him. She’d let him fuck her, but she didn’t know him at all, or what he might be capable of. There was also the issue that had troubled her. “You sent me the invitation, didn’t you?”
    His lack of answer confirmed her educated guess.
    She drew in a breath, then let it out slowly. “How did you know my address?”
    He tipped his head back and swallowed, his eyes a shade darker when his gaze met hers again. “Don’t be afraid of me.”
    “Did you follow me