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Taming Alex
In a sea of elegantly dressed beautiful people, Ethan had eyes for only one woman. He sipped his drink, unable to take his gaze off Alexandra Sheridan. Brooding, he studied the curve of her hip, the graceful arch of her neck. He followed the luxurious fall of her chestnut hair down the length of her spine. Every smile, every pout of her lush, kissable lips, was designed to bring him to his knees.
From across the room she turned and caught his stare. He didn't bother to avert his eyes. What's the use? The air between them sizzled. His body began to respond. His ears buzzed. He ceased to hear the music and the lively party conversation that surrounded him. Everything else faded in the background when she boldly cocked her head and raised her brows. He allowed himself a small smile and shrugged. The ball's in your court. The luscious red-painted lips parted and exposed even white teeth. Even from this distance he was blindsided by the power of her smile. His blood simmered, but his hooded eyes hid the answering heat she ignited. Every muscle tightened in anticipation. What's your next move, Alex? He didn't have to wait long, watching intently as she glided through the crowd. Ethan smiled wryly. Temptation was walking towards him wearing a short silk dress that flaunted shapely legs and four-inch stiletto heels that encased narrow, sexy feet. If he had one weakness, it was her, but it wouldn't do to let her know that. It would give her too much of an advantage. He shifted and gripped his drink firmly when she came to a halt in front of him. "Ethan." He took a deep breath. Her voice was sinful, like the rest of her. It reminded him of dark nights and long hours of torrid sex. Alex looked up at him through her long, sooty lashes. "You're not having a good time?" "Why do you say that?" He smelled her scent, subtle and light. It teased his senses. Made him want to nuzzle that soft spot at the base of her throat and seek out the secret places she misted with perfume. Her shoulders moved in a careless shrug. "You're hiding in this corner. It's not like you to hide." "Who says I'm hiding?" He shot her a lazy smile. "I'm enjoying the view." The dress she was wearing was enough to make a man sit up and take notice. It was bold red-silky-and draped over her in a way that fired one's imagination. It certainly fired his. Those lush red lips curved. "No date tonight?" The smooth line of her throat drew his gaze, before it slipped lower to her shadowed cleavage. He itched to pull her bodice down and see what was artfully hidden underneath the elegant silk dress. "Keeping tabs on me, Alex?"
Her full lips kissed the crystal wine goblet she held as she sipped her drink. They glistened damply in a siren's smile. A pang of envy consumed him. He wanted to know her taste, wanted to run his tongue over her lips and dampen them himself.
Alex tilted her head. "Maybe like me, you're ready for something new."
