“What’s your name, Beautiful?”
Oh my Lord, that voice. The deep timber just shut down every vital body function and the only thing I feel is the clenching in my core. I didn’t even know it could do that. When my brain finally registers and allows my lips to move, of course, my tongue decides to have a seizure. “Liv...livvy.” I can’t have that stupid nickname from John come out of this Greeks Gods mouth. All of my family and friends call me Livvy, but John decided that there were too many syllables for his liking and shortened it to Liv. My Greek God smiles and a heat wave engulfs me and settles between my legs.
“Well, Liv-Livvy, can I just call you Livvy?”
I nod because that’s the only thing I can do. When I’m nervous, I stutter a little, so I’m afraid to make an ass out of myself sitting here with these incredibly sexy men.
“Livvy, this is my good friend and brother, Tag. Tag, meet the beautiful Livvy.”
I shake his hand like a robot until I feel the slight press of my Greek God ushering me into the booth. Tag is incredibly sexy as well, but nothing and no one could compare to this dark haired, baby blue eyed, sex on a stick, God, in a very well muscled package. Every movement he makes causes muscles to jump all over his arms. His shirt clings to him like a second skin and I don’t need to see him naked to know what a treat it would be. A vision slams into my mind of his naked body undulating and sweating over mine and I feel actual sweat bead on my forehead. Shit! I didn’t even ask him his name before my dirty mind decided to have sex with him. “I’m sorry, I...I didn’t catch your name.”
“Alexander.”
OMG! His name is even sexy. Another vision slams into my head of this sexy man and his sexy mouth making his way down my body and my nipples harden to diamonds. Maybe this was a bad idea. I can’t seem to control my body’s reaction to this man. I have dated John for six weeks and he didn’t affect me this way. I may be in trouble.
~Savage~
I shed my birth name years ago when I realized I was just part of a long list of Alexander’s that didn’t stick around for their families; hence me growing up in foster care. I decided to be someone new, but for some reason, I wanted this woman to know the real me. Tag is staring at me in shock and mouths WTF.
“Nice to meet you, Alexander.”
I’m pretty sure I look like a dumb ass just staring at her mouth when she talks, but when I stare into her eyes, my world tilts a little. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tag slide out of the booth, probably tired of being ignored. I think he has been trying to engage either one of us in a conversation, but we can’t seem to look away from one another to pay attention.
“Hey, I’m gonna go butt in on a pool game, be back in a bit. Nice to meet you, Livvy.”
She stares after Tag and looks a little scared to be with me alone. What the hell did her jackass boyfriend do to her? “Would you like to dance?” Maybe if we were standing in the middle of a crowd, she would feel a little safer. I can barely see the blush as it highlights her face, but as my eyes follow hers I catch a glimpse of what has embarrassed her. Partially clothed bodies writhe on the dance floor in a sensual dance of sexual acts. I am not so sure that some of those bodies aren’t actually having sex.
“N...n....no. It looks a little crowded.”
My mind puts together some of the events of today: Livvy turning down her boyfriend; not making eye contact with all of the men on the beach today; the telling flush at seeing public displays of affection. Okay, okay, that’s a little more than affection taking place on that dance floor. I have come to one conclusion; Livvy is possibly innocent.
“Can I get you something else to drink?” She looks a little out of her element, and I just want her to relax and be herself.
“Well, I’m only twenty and I’m kind of here by myself, so I shouldn’t drink.”
She’s kind of by herself? Is she thinking of her steroid boyfriend? I need to work my magic to get her to stay with me. “So what is kind of? Did you come with friends and they bailed? I can give you a ride home, and I won’t drink either.” She looks at me with confusion, blushes and looks down at her hands that are peeling the wrapper from the water bottle.
“I don’t want you to quit having fun just because I’m overly cautious. It’s okay if you drink, I don’t mind. I don’t have anyplace to go until tomorrow, so I will watch over you and make sure you don’t get taken advantage of.”
Oh my God! I love this woman. She is witty and beautiful. “I have to say, if it’s you taking advantage, I don’t mind.” Before I can wink her way, her lips hesitantly press to mine and my brain short-circuits. Before I realize what I’ve done, she is on my lap and I am devouring her mouth. She is breathing heavily through her nose as if she is hyperventilating so I break away and look into her eyes to make sure she’s okay. Her amber colored eyes are dilated and glazed over so I’m pretty sure we are on the same page. “Do you want to get out of here?” She
