Chapter 11 a burst of attraction

Drawing herself from her thoughts, she was in time to hear his request for a dance officially. The songs that had been thrumming with life had been reduced to a blur in the background, and now they were playing a slow song. This was a Nigerian song, ‘iyawomi,’ singing of how beautiful the object of his desire was. Deciding that she would not lose anything by a single dance, she stepped closer, not knowing where to place her hands.

He took both of her hands and placed them around his neck. On the other hand, he encircled her waist, his hands coming to settle just above her butt, rubbing her softly there, almost subconsciously. She had to fight off a tremor due to the heat seeping from his hand on her back. She felt hot all over, overdressed. She was in full mode of arousal what could be wrong with her. She should move away; this man was dangerous and yet there was something delicious about him. She felt safe in his arms.

As they spun around the dance area, pressed very close, the air between them crackling with sexual tension, she felt the need to escape. She had to take care of herself. She could feel him, every hard edge of the man pressed against her. Alex was a sex god. Everything else in the bar turned to be a blur apart from the constant caress of his hand just above her butt. Delicious tingles drawing up from that point of contact to her core. Her breasts felt heavy. This was so wrong. Wrenching herself from his grasp, she tore straight to the bathrooms where she closed the door. Leaning on the closed door, she took deep breaths in and out, what the hell had that been. Being so aware of a man, she did not even experience this level of attraction when she had been with Nick.

Sure, the connection between them had been good, but a desire to just rip away his clothes and have her wicked way with him, his gaze a constant turn on, his heavy voice a song that set ablaze every nerve ending. No, she had never experienced that it was too intense. Moving forward, she splashed water on her face, struggling to get a semblance of normalcy. She had to keep her emotions in check. Besides men like Alex did not like people like her. Look at what her handsome ex-boyfriend had done. He now would probably leave her heart in tatters way beyond repair. Deciding that she had had enough of the club for a day, she moved out, hailed a cab, and went home. She changed out of her dress and shoes, then went for a long shower making sure to scrub her face clean of every makeup.

She set her alarm for the next day and lay on her bed. That night, sleep took its time to come. Her mind was filled with beautiful eyes, that looked at her with want, a lot of want. At the thought, she felt her nipples beading but she shut her mind to that. She closed her eyes tightly and tried counting numbers from a hundred backward. Maybe if she concentrated and bored herself, she would be able to get him off her mind.

Grace ran off the dance floor leaving Alex by himself there. He felt confused, he knew she had felt the sexual tension within there and he was ready to explore more. The only thing wrong was she looked spooked at that sizzling electricity between them. He had never felt that much attracted to a person in his life. He had to keep some distance between their lower parts so as to make sure she did not feel the evidence of his arousal so early. That would scare her right, he had to sit down, before everyone sported the massive boner he had now. Sitting down, he took slow breaths to calm himself but there was no calming down. Every look she had sent him, sparked molten heat right into his lower body.

His mind was highly attuned to her body. He had felt her tremor when he had subconsciously brushed her back. This had been accompanied by a heated gaze, which was replaced by a terrified gaze. Did she realize that she was an open book with all her emotions on display? Her lips in that deep purple looked sultry and inviting, oh how he had held back kissing her. Now he knew there was no way to escape this attraction. Alex always got what he wanted and Grace was the object of his desire currently. He would have her writhing beneath him with pleasure given time. He was a master of seduction.

First off who is Grace, remembering where he had first met her, he decided that the next thing he would do the following morning was searching her off. He had to be prepared. He would seduce her until she was submissive to him, crying and panting his name alone. Thinking about her probably made the raging erection stay upright but he just could not detach himself from thinking about her.