She was beautiful. Fucking breathtaking, stealing all the air from my lungs as if it belonged to her. Describing this woman wouldn’t even do her justice. Her eyes were shut, oblivious to all the stares that were solely fixated on her. She didn’t give a flying fuck who was around, who was talking, who was dancing which only attracted me more to her.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly becoming dry from the vision before my eyes. My gaze traveled down her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could see her nipples peeking through her clingy dress. She had the tiniest waist with her hips curving out. An hourglass figure, exactly how I preferred. The front of her dress was a deep V down her chest, and I could see another script tattoo on her collarbone along with one down the side of her ribs.

I immediately wondered just how many tattoos this woman had as my eyes wandered up to her face at the exact moment we locked eyes from across the room. It was like she could feel my intense stare on her. I actually sucked in a visible breath, seeing her bright blue eyes for the first time. I’d never seen eyes quite like hers—they were literally mind-blowing.

She looked so angelic, although I could tell she was anything but pure simply based off the way she was eye-fucking the shit out of me in that moment. She cocked her head to the side, narrowing her gaze into mine. Taking me in as much as I took her in seconds ago.

The music changed to a much faster beat, and the dance floor quickly began filling up again. Crowds of bodies started to surround her, but she didn’t let that deter her regard over me. Slowly, she walked toward my direction, parting through the men and women.

Never breaking our deep connection.

I was still leaning against the railing, one leg placed over the other while I raised my glass to my lips. Imagining the way her skin would feel beneath my mouth.

She was as intoxicating as the liquor in my hand.

I watched the way her hips swayed, the way her tits bounced, the way she licked her lips, making my dick twitch at the mere sight of her striding toward me with a finesse I’d never seen on another woman.

When she stepped out onto the balcony, she slid the door closed behind her. Angling her body in a certain way that only made me want to devour every last fucking inch of her.

From her lips.

To her nipples.

To her fucking clit.

The smell of the night air, the aroma of her mixed in with a scent I couldn’t place, something tempting, sinful, devouring all my senses where the only thing I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her mouth.