has never appreciated any of these traits in a man. So when Mr. Darcy,
billionaire British playboy and GQ’s Bachelor of the Year, meets her at a
function, she’s surprised at how attracted she is to him.
puts his foot in his big, arrogant mouth.
gave him got her thrown out of the biggest fundraiser of the year, but the mark
she left on Mr. Darcy won’t leave his mind.
they meet “on accident”, he turns up the arrogance even more.
he’s wearing a cup to protect himself.
last man in the world that Elizabeth could ever be with. However, love makes
fools of us all, and the one man that she can’t stand is the one man she can’t
win over the heart of Elizabeth Bennett?
bestselling author Krista Lakes in this modern retelling of Jane Austen’s
beloved “Pride and Prejudice”.
dancing across the dance floor, moving my hips and having fun. I could see
Lydia out of the corner of my eye shaking her booty and having a great time.
For once, I wasn’t worried about her getting kicked out. She seemed to be
came up and started dancing with me. He was mid-height with blonde hair and a
couple of tattoos peeking out from under his shirtsleeves. I offered my hand,
and he spun me into him, putting his hands on my hips and moving with me to the
the dance was fun. Cute-guy kept his hands on my hips, pulling me into his body
and moving to the music. It was worlds away better than dancing with Collins,
but then he started going too far. He grabbed my ass instead of my hips, and he
didn’t let me go as he thrust his pelvis into me.
away, no longer enjoying what was going on. I wanted to dance, not to be
baby,” he said over the music, flashing me what I assumed was his best smile.
He was no longer Cute-guy. He was now Cute-but-awful guy. “It’s just for fun.”
I’m done,” I said, turning to leave, but he grabbed my hand.
another dance, baby,” he cooed. “I’ll behave. Until you don’t want me to.”
wrench my arm from his grasp, but he was much bigger and stronger than me. I
wasn’t sure what to do. Should I play nice until he let me go and then run?
Should I kick him in the balls? Scream bloody murder?
she’s done,” a strong voice said behind me. I turned to find Mr. Darcy out on
the dance floor. For the first time since meeting him, I was glad to see him.
turn,” Cute-but-awful guy told him. He still had my wrist in his hand.
Darcy said, putting his hand on my shoulder. He looked dangerous. “Either you
leave now, or they help you out.”
to the three muscle-bound bouncers in black watching them. Cute-but-awful guy
dropped my wrist.
to chill, man,” Cute-but-awful guy said. He blew me a kiss and walked away.
there on the dance floor breathing hard even though I wasn’t moving. Mr. Darcy
had rescued me. I knew I could have done it myself, but his method was way more
effective and didn’t involve bodily harm.
you,” I told him over the music.
like it was nothing. “Want to dance?”
his hand, waiting for me to take it.
Not because I thought he would end up like Cute-but-awful guy, or because I
didn’t want to. I really wanted to
dance with Mr. Darcy. I wanted to dance and then do so much more than dancing.
And that’s what scared me.
replied before I considered all the consequences. It was just a dance. What
harm could a dance do?
changed to the next song. A steady, pounding bass beat thrummed across the
dance floor like a heartbeat. My hips moved on their own to the tempo, dancing
to the sultry music all on their own.
hands went to my hips. They were strong and confident as he guided me in the
motions of our dance. He knew exactly what he was doing as he put my body
against his. I could feel the strength of his muscles under his jacket, and he
moved with a natural grace.
throbbed, and I ached with it as Mr. Darcy danced with me. His hand glided down
my side, teasing me with his touch while still being completely PG. The trace
of his fingers left my skin tingling for more.
my arms around the back of his neck, drawing the two of us in closer. There was
nothing now but the two of us and the heavy, throbbing need of the music. His
hips went slow with mine, keeping just enough distance without letting me
forget where he was.
was primal and sexual. Every cell in my body turned on, wanting to know what it
would be like to feel this without clothes. My pulse pounded to the beat of the
bottom lip, trying to keep myself grounded as I lost myself to him. Mr. Darcy
was in complete control, and I was fine with that. He made every motion, every
move, sexy as hell. It was sex on the dance floor and the hottest thing I’d
ever experienced with my clothes on.
up, my lip still between my teeth as I met his eyes.
the ocean, even in the dark of the club. They captured me and held me there,
stronger than any rope. I didn’t want to leave the gaze of those eyes.
that I wasn’t ready for flooded through me. I wanted him. I was incredibly
attracted to him. I wanted to feel his skin under my fingers and see if he was
this good a dancer in the bedroom. Heat flooded my core at the thought of the
pleasure he was sure to give me. I was going to give into him.
somewhere, my brain came back. I knew he was an ass. He was a jerk just looking
for his next lay. In that respect, he was no better than Cute-but-awful guy. He
was just a better dancer.
back, needing to figure out why my body was so attracted to him when my head
knew better. I should never have danced with him. I should never have let
myself feel the strength of the man under the suit.
slipped, catching on the dance floor and my balance flew out the window. Yet, I
didn’t fall. Mr. Darcy rescued me, yet again. He pulled me into his body,
holding me directly against him. His heart pounded with mine. I heated
instantly, my skin crying out for his touch. If anything, the desire this time
was almost unbearable.
again, finding those ocean eyes. They held a storm that I wanted to experience.
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to do so much more than just kiss him, but that
seemed like a good starting point.
lips. He tipped his head, apparently thinking the same thing I was. I couldn’t
believe that I was about to do this, yet I wanted to so badly. My body was
overriding my head and taking what it wanted.
eyes, letting myself go. This was what I wanted. A kiss to start.
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