before in the restaurant, because in neck-snapping speed he’d gone from seeing Maddie as a platonic friend to imagining her as his lover.
A startling picture of Maddie, naked on top of him with her breasts pressed against his chest and her sleek legs straddling him, flashed through his mind. Man, oh fuckin’, man. He so wanted to explore her with all his senses. Taste her. Smell her. Feel her come apart in his arms.
Shit.
How could he be thinking of Maddie this way?
Obviously, his testosterone had taken its toll on his common sense. He gave himself a mental shot in the head and drained his drink.
Maddie’s chair scraped. She stood, leaned over toward him and tugged his ear. “Wait here. I have a surprise for you two.”
He turned to Tim and said with resignation, “She’s probably setting us up to do the karaoke thing. I already have my eye on the back door.”
Tim pointed to the stage. “There’s our girl.”
Alex and Tim stood to get a better view and listened as the twenty-something DJ raised his mike and announced, “Before we open our dance floor, we have one last gig.” He wrapped his arm around Maddie’s bare shoulder. “Let’s give it up for Maddie from the Big Apple.”
An inexplicable twinge of jealousy surged through Alex’s veins as he stared at the young man touching her skin, then at the guys in the audience hollering and whistling. He mentally chastised himself for the irrational emotion.
An upbeat, jazzy tune resonated from the speakers. Maddie raised the mike to her lips and belted out the lyrics. “Here in the night, passion’s in the air ,” she sang in a smooth tone. “Hormones raging, and baby, you look amazing.”
Swaying her hips in time to the music, she crooned, “I’m feeling a little naughty. I want to unwind with you, baby. Ohhhh, yeah, I want to get it on all night.”
The audience clapped and sang the chorus, “I want to get it on all night.”
Alex caught Maddie’s eye and she winked at him. He reciprocated with a thumbs-up sign and mouthed, “You rock.”
Good thing the table was positioned in front of him and able to hide an entirely different kind of upsignal.
“If you want me ¾ ” she paused, threw her head back and looked at Alex “ ¾ come get me, baby.”
The music faded and the crowd cheered. She bowed, jumped off the stage and headed for their table.
“Sweet.” Tim kissed her hand. “You’re what an American Idol should look like.”
Alex put his arm around her waist and looked down at her flushed face. “I’d vote for you.” Joy bubbled in her laugh. With some reluctance, he released her and willed himself to tamp down his mounting desire for her.
Tim surveyed the room. “I see a couple of honeys with my name on their lips. I’ll catch you two later. Like tomorrow afternoon.”
“Don’t you want to join him?” Maddie asked Alex. “You two make an impressive tag team.”
“I’m not getting suckered into that discussion.” He reached out and laced his fingers in hers. “Let’s dance.”
“Hmmm.” She gave him a playful pinch on his arm. “I’ve heard dancing is the equivalent to other horizontal activities.”
“Empty your one-track mind and let me lead.”
He guided her to the wooden dance floor on the open terrace, overlooking the starlit ocean, and for the next hour, they twisted and glided to the various tunes the DJ supplied, ranging from sixties to modern music.
The DJ slowed the music and played a ballad about a man wanting to be his lover’s hero. Alex gathered Maddie into his arms and held her close to his chest. She wound her hands around his neck.
He closed his eyes and buried his face in her soft hair. How did women do that? Did they pour aphrodisiac oils into their shampoo? The smell of his own shampoo never turned him on.
He had inhaled her scent many times before and had been able to rein himself in, but he found it difficult now, while her soft fingers caressed his neck.
The dance was a slow
A startling picture of Maddie, naked on top of him with her breasts pressed against his chest and her sleek legs straddling him, flashed through his mind. Man, oh fuckin’, man. He so wanted to explore her with all his senses. Taste her. Smell her. Feel her come apart in his arms.
Shit.
How could he be thinking of Maddie this way?
Obviously, his testosterone had taken its toll on his common sense. He gave himself a mental shot in the head and drained his drink.
Maddie’s chair scraped. She stood, leaned over toward him and tugged his ear. “Wait here. I have a surprise for you two.”
He turned to Tim and said with resignation, “She’s probably setting us up to do the karaoke thing. I already have my eye on the back door.”
Tim pointed to the stage. “There’s our girl.”
Alex and Tim stood to get a better view and listened as the twenty-something DJ raised his mike and announced, “Before we open our dance floor, we have one last gig.” He wrapped his arm around Maddie’s bare shoulder. “Let’s give it up for Maddie from the Big Apple.”
An inexplicable twinge of jealousy surged through Alex’s veins as he stared at the young man touching her skin, then at the guys in the audience hollering and whistling. He mentally chastised himself for the irrational emotion.
An upbeat, jazzy tune resonated from the speakers. Maddie raised the mike to her lips and belted out the lyrics. “Here in the night, passion’s in the air ,” she sang in a smooth tone. “Hormones raging, and baby, you look amazing.”
Swaying her hips in time to the music, she crooned, “I’m feeling a little naughty. I want to unwind with you, baby. Ohhhh, yeah, I want to get it on all night.”
The audience clapped and sang the chorus, “I want to get it on all night.”
Alex caught Maddie’s eye and she winked at him. He reciprocated with a thumbs-up sign and mouthed, “You rock.”
Good thing the table was positioned in front of him and able to hide an entirely different kind of upsignal.
“If you want me ¾ ” she paused, threw her head back and looked at Alex “ ¾ come get me, baby.”
The music faded and the crowd cheered. She bowed, jumped off the stage and headed for their table.
“Sweet.” Tim kissed her hand. “You’re what an American Idol should look like.”
Alex put his arm around her waist and looked down at her flushed face. “I’d vote for you.” Joy bubbled in her laugh. With some reluctance, he released her and willed himself to tamp down his mounting desire for her.
Tim surveyed the room. “I see a couple of honeys with my name on their lips. I’ll catch you two later. Like tomorrow afternoon.”
“Don’t you want to join him?” Maddie asked Alex. “You two make an impressive tag team.”
“I’m not getting suckered into that discussion.” He reached out and laced his fingers in hers. “Let’s dance.”
“Hmmm.” She gave him a playful pinch on his arm. “I’ve heard dancing is the equivalent to other horizontal activities.”
“Empty your one-track mind and let me lead.”
He guided her to the wooden dance floor on the open terrace, overlooking the starlit ocean, and for the next hour, they twisted and glided to the various tunes the DJ supplied, ranging from sixties to modern music.
The DJ slowed the music and played a ballad about a man wanting to be his lover’s hero. Alex gathered Maddie into his arms and held her close to his chest. She wound her hands around his neck.
He closed his eyes and buried his face in her soft hair. How did women do that? Did they pour aphrodisiac oils into their shampoo? The smell of his own shampoo never turned him on.
He had inhaled her scent many times before and had been able to rein himself in, but he found it difficult now, while her soft fingers caressed his neck.
The dance was a slow
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