Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (3 page)

My startled eyes met his, and I saw something flare in their beautiful chocolate brown depths. His lips parted as he drew in some much needed air, and I realised that he was panting slightly, as if out of breath.

Still we lay there, staring at one another. I made no effort to get up, even though the people around us had obviously decided we weren’t so interesting anymore, and had gone back to dancing.

Finally I wiggled a bit, in an effort to get him to release me, so I could try and stand up, although I was already stressing about how dignified that would be, in my tightly laced corset dress and high heels. Actually thinking about my dress, suddenly made me conscious, that the girls may have made an effort to escape, the confines of the bodice, after my unscheduled tumble to the floor.

I tried to lift the top half of my body off the wall of muscle I lay on, and gave a sigh of relief, when I saw that there had not been any booby from bodice breakout, as a result of my fall.

I squirmed again, knowing it was time to do this. I had to peel myself off this gorgeous man, and stand up. It was only as I wiggled once more, that I realised another muscle had come into play, on my less than soft human pillow.

Something had definitely come up between us, and my guess was, he was happy to see me, not that he had a gun in his pocket. Knowing that he was getting hard under me, didn’t do much to strengthen my resolve, not to drag him home with me, and literally fuck the man’s brains out. It was taking everything I had, not to strip him naked and mount up right now, regardless of our location and audience.

I made one more desperate bid for freedom, before I did the very thing, my body was screaming at me to do, and fucked him. It wasn’t working though. It seemed the more I struggled, the tighter his arm around my waist became.

“Stop struggling.” He said; his deep voice and that trace of an accent, instantly making me freeze. Dammit I was doomed, doomed to spend my days, lusting after what was probably, the finest looking male, I’d ever seen. How could a voice instantly have me wet? Seriously, it was unfair, that not only was he sexy as sin to look at, and smelled divine, but he also sounded incredibly sexy when he spoke. His voice should be licenced and sold as a guaranteed aphrodisiac.

“We can’t lie here all night.” I hissed, suddenly desperate to get up off the floor, before he learned of the shame taking place inside my panties.

“I can’t get up, because your constant fidgeting, has given me a hard on.” He tilted his hips up subtly, so no one else would notice, but I sure as hell did. “Once we get up, I don’t want you to run away. I would like to get to know you.”

I listened to that sinfully sexy voice wash over me, and marvelled at how he could make everything going on around us, the dancers, the music, everything, fade when he spoke.

I lifted my head to the crowds around us, and met Mel’s eyes. I could see the questions in them, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“I need to get up. My friend is wondering what the hell we’re doing.” I told the God below me.

I continued to lie on top of him, for a few more moments while people danced around us, and the lights flashed through their kaleidoscope of colours above us.

I couldn’t seem to look away from those rich brown eyes, and yet I knew I had to snap out of it, and get the hell up. I glanced around briefly, as if trying to mentally summon a bucket of ice water to throw over me, since I figured it was probably going to take something like that, to make me move.

Finally I turned back to him, and tried not to let myself get sucked in, by those eyes and that face again.

“Very well, but you will need to get off me first.” He said, and I breathed a sigh of relief, when my brain and body seemed to reconnect, long enough for me to scoot off him, as quickly as possible. Before I could do some totally undignified and probably not particularly ladylike, scramble to my feet, he leapt to his, with way more grace, than I would have expected someone of his size to have.

A large hand, appeared in front of my nose, and carefully I slipped my smaller one into his, and allowed him to pull me to my feet. I immediately tried to step back, but he wouldn’t release his grip on my hand, and instead turned, and began to push his way through the crowds, until we were off the dance floor.

Once he had me off the dance floor, he didn’t stop, and continued walking, until we’d left the disco area of the club, and had moved to a considerably quieter room.

I turned in time to see that Mel was trotting along after us, and seemed slightly out of breath, when we all finally stopped.

The lighting was much harsher in this particular room. It was brighter from a mix of overhead lights, and several wall mounted lights, positioned next to tables and oversized stuffed chairs.

My eyes shot up to the man who’d forced me to follow him, and I think a part of me had hoped, that once I saw him under brighter lighting, that I would find him nowhere near as attractive, as he’d been under the dim lighting of the disco.

I silently groaned, when my startled eyes met the warm brown of his. Of course he was just as gorgeous in the light, as he’d been in the near dark, and I found it almost impossible to tear my gaze from his.

I finally managed to do so when reality struck me. I’d been dancing, sweating, yes, I sweated, not perspired, and I’d spent some time, rolling around on this fine looking man on the dancefloor. My guess was; the end result of makeup, music, dancing and a tumble to the floor would not have been kind to me. At the very least I’d have racoon eyes, but more than likely my messy bun, would look more like a bird’s nest had exploded on my head. 

Self-consciously, I tried to smooth a hand over my hair, but only succeeded in snagging my fingers in the tangle, I had pinned on top of my head.

“Let me.” That deep voice spoke quietly, making me jump, and my eyes shot to his, in time to see a hand coming out towards me. His fingers delved into my hair, and with surprising efficiency and gentleness, he removed the few clips holding it up. It tumbled down over my shoulders, and again his fingers disappeared into it, combing through it. When he was obviously satisfied, he removed his hand, and I let the breath, I hadn’t realised I was holding, out with a noisy whoosh.

“Thank you.” I mumbled at him, suddenly unsure where to look, or what to do next. My indecision wasn’t improved by the distraction of my best friend, standing out of his sights, waving her arms and mouthing something at me. I had no idea what she was trying to say or do, but she looked like a dying fish out of water, mouth opening and closing while trying to direct an orchestra. That in itself was ridiculous of course, as fish couldn’t direct an orchestra.

“Please, what is your name? You are a beautiful woman, and I would very much like to put a name, to your stunning face.” Again his voice drew my attention. Hearing his words, and seeing the intensity of the expression on his face, sent my heart off, on an erratic skip across my chest. It wasn’t just his voice though; it was that trace of an accent that did it for me.

“Grace, my name is Grace.” I laughed, a little embarrassed. “It’s kind of ironic really, that my parents chose to call me Grace. As you have probably already guessed, I am far from graceful.”

He lifted a hand to me again, and trailed his fingers down my cheek. At his touch, I felt the skin burn, as if on fire, from the contact with my cheek. I swallowed, and fought not to show, the affect he was having on me. This was crazy. I didn’t know him. I didn’t even know his name, and yet he was having a profound effect on me.

“What is your surname Grace? Please, do not be shy with me. I would like to get to know you better.”

I stared up at him, trapped by those chocolate eyes of his, and broke one of my hard and fast rules, by whispering to him. “Cameron.”

As soon as the word left my lips I gasped. What the hell was I doing? I never gave a man my surname. I didn’t want to risk having some jerk hassling me, and who could track me down through my name. So this gorgeous, god like creature standing before me, staring down like I was his new favourite toy, was not a jerk. Well, he didn’t look like one at least, but still, I’d broken one of my own rules, by giving him my full name.

Hopefully he wouldn’t smile at me, or I’d be giving him my address, phone number and bank account details next.

“It is a great honour to meet you Grace Cameron.” His eyes were warm, a light blazing in them, that caused my stomach to flutter in response.

I almost sagged, when his gaze left mine, and shifted to Mel. Obviously she too felt the impact of his intense gaze, because she looked like she was going to pass out on the spot. She began to glow. If it was possible for a human being to start glowing, Mel had discovered how.

Watching colour flood her cheeks, I couldn’t help it; I rolled my eyes at her reaction. I knew it was hypercritical of me to react like that, after literally ending up on the floor with this man, but given our resolve earlier to not let a man affect us, or sway us, neither of us, were doing too well at it so far.

“And who might you be?” He asked her, and I thought Mel was going to end up on the floor, at his feet. What was it with the way he spoke? I had to find out where he was from originally. His accent was very sexy, and I’m sure it would be enough to have panties disappearing off women, the moment he opened his mouth and spoke. In fact I bet he left a pile of broken hearts, salivating women, and smouldering panties wherever he went.

I was so busy letting my imagination run away with me, that I didn’t notice straight away that Mel and Mr Panty Melter, had fallen silent, and were both staring at me.

I blushed, and struggled to get my head focused on them again. He was probably thinking I was either unstable, or an idiot at this point; a really clumsy, unstable idiot.

“So are you going to tell us your name?” Mel got in before I had a chance to, and I shot her a brief smile. Her brain had obviously kicked back into action, quicker than mine. It must have been that time spent lying on the man, on the dance floor that had delayed me returning to regular brain activity.

Mr Tall, Dark and Ridiculously Handsome, turned those eyes to me again, and I actually staggered back a step. This was getting crazy now. How did any woman function around this man? Was he aware of it, or did he just assume all women were not of sound mind, because they probably all reacted the same way, when standing before that much, excessive gorgeousness.

“Forgive me ladies. I was overcome before so much beauty; I neglected to give you my name.” He said it so formally and even, nodded his head at us. He was not Australian, no way in hell. He was European. That was my guess anyway. He had such a polite, dignified, but strangely reserved way about him.

I was not only intrigued by him, but overwhelmingly attracted to him. So much so, it was taking all my self-control not to jump the man’s bones right here, right now in the middle of the damn club. Hell, I’d even let Mel watch, and much as I loved her, I wasn’t interested in having her as a spectator during any of my past sexual encounters.

“My name is Dan.” He said, and I felt a momentary stab of disappointment.

Dan, his name was Dan? Ok, I had nothing against the name Dan, but he didn’t look like a Dan, and it wasn’t a very foreign sounding name. Maybe it was short for something, Daniel maybe?

“It is very nice to meet you Dan, but if you will excuse me, I need to use the little girl’s room.” Mel smiled at the pair of us, and I shot her, an alarmed look, which she ignored, bitch.

She couldn’t leave me alone with this man. I needed a cock blocker. Hell, no he wasn’t trying to fuck me, so I didn’t need a cock blocker, I needed a pussy protector. I needed someone, who would stop my pussy falling on his cock, and Mel was supposed to be it. She was not supposed to run off to the ladies room, and leave me alone with the man that had me all wet and throbbing, and ready to strip myself bare, and fuck until neither of us could see straight.

‘He could be a lousy lay.’ The voice in my head warned, and I scoffed at it. No way in hell could someone who looked like him, be bad in bed, surely?

I glared at my traitor of a best friend, as she shot us both a grin, and turned away, to head towards the door for the ladies room.

Suddenly alone with Dan, I did everything I could not to look at him. I figured as long as we didn’t make eye contact, I could control my natural desire, to climb the man like a he was a tree, and stop thinking the only safe place for me, was sitting on his cock.

“It’s a very busy place inside your head Grace. Is it me? Do I make you nervous? I would hope not. I find you a very beautiful woman, and I’m drawn to you. I want to get to know you better, and this club is not the place for that. I would also very much like to kiss you.” He turned suddenly hot chocolate brown eyes on me, and I actually glanced down briefly, sure my panties would be smoking and about to burst into flames.

“Oh Dan, I…I’m not looking to get involved with anyone. I’m sorry, but my judgment with men usually sucks big time, and when I look at you, all I see is a huge red neon sign that says, ‘Danger.’ I can’t, I just can’t do as you ask. I’m sorry.” I apologised again, still refusing to maintain eye contact with him. It was like I believed that if I looked, into his eyes for too long, that he would have the same effect as the vampires on my favourite TV show, and he would glamour me, into doing anything he wanted. I was so close to that already. I didn’t need him to glamour me. I was fighting not to be drawn into the spell that was Dan, Daniel or whatever the rest of his name was.