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Sam tore her eyes away from the eye-candy across the room. "Are you sure? This is just getting interesting."
"Positive," Dawn said firmly.
"Don't look now," Peggy hissed. "But he's heading this way."
Dawn jerked back around, staring as the man left Aithne and walked towards them. She barely had time to register his eyes were the color of new grass, when he was upon them.
He wondered if she could sense his need for her. His eyes moved over her, taking in the barely-there clothes and take-me-now shoes. She wasn't what he expected. Listening to her conversation earlier in the day, he thought she would be more ... ordinary. Not this exquisite woman in front of him. She wasn't traditionally beautiful, but she reminded him of a sexy red-headed elf.
From the second he'd seen her across the room, emotions he thought long dead had overwhelmed him. He'd fought to keep himself from grabbing her and heading straight upstairs. Just being in her presence had him harder than he'd ever been before. He ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure they hadn't lengthened. No need to scare her off--he had plans for her this night. Keeping his eyes on her, he stretched out his hand to the shorter woman in the pale, blue dress.
"You must be Samantha," he drawled, pressing a kiss to the top of her hand. And you are Peggy?" He repeated the gesture, and the thin woman giggled like a schoolgirl.
"It's nice to meet you," they chorused. Then the two of them glared at each other. He swallowed his laughter as he turned slowly to the object of his desire.
"And you are the birthday girl." He smiled at her, allowing his eyes to drift down her body. He was charmedby the slight blush that touched her cheeks. "'My night has become a sunny dawn because of you'," he quoted.
"Thank you," she whispered. Her multi-hued eyes met his. "Did someone famous say that?"
Lifting her hand to his lips, he turned it so his lips met her palm. He allowed his tongue to tickle it slightly, and her blush deepened. "A very wise man by the name of Ibn Abbad."
"Is ... that you?"
He laughed. "Forgive me. No. My name is Aidan. I am Aithne's business partner and--" his eyes twinkled, "--her brother."
Dawn gasped. "Brother?"
Peggy laughed aloud. "Hot damn."
Sam elbowed Dawn in the ribs. "Did you hear that, honey? Her brother." She ignored Dawn's glare. "It is very nice to meet you, Aidan."
Aidan smiled wider. "I'm glad my sister invited you all. Are you having a good time?"
Peggy snorted and jerked her head towards the sex toys. "Not as good as Mr. Horny over there."
His brows furrowed as he glanced over at the shelves. Then his laugh rolled out as he saw the small man stroking a pale blue cock. "That's just Daniel. He's harmless." He smiled again at Peggy. "But he is a very good customer."
"I'll bet," said the brunette.
Aidan hadn't yet released Dawn's hand. When she surreptitiously tried to tug it away, he just smiled and held on tighter. He wasn't about to let her go now that he had her. Besides, she was staring at him with the oddest look on her face.
"Is there something wrong?"
"I would love to get my hands on you," she muttered.
His pulse spiked at her words. His cock, already stiff just from being near her, gave a hard throb in reaction. "I beg your pardon?"
Dawn went bright red. She groaned when she realized she'd spoken her thoughts out loud. She'd been distracted, recognizing the reason he'd seemed familiar was she had seen him before ... in Aithne. So much for her artist's eyes. "Uhhh..."
Sam giggled. "She wants to use you."
Aidan looked back and forth between them. "I'm afraid I don't understand."
Sighing, Dawn knew she'd have to explain. "Your sister told you I was an artist?" At his nod, she went on. "I'm a sculptor. Sometimes it's easier to sculpt if you've been hands-on with the subject. To get a feel for what you want the work to look like." She looked even more embarrassed. "But sometimes I get so caught up in the process of figuring things out, planning what I'm going to do, I just speak without thinking."
A sexy smile curved his lips, and he raised her hand to his lips again. "I'll bet you have wonderful hands. You are more than welcome to use them on me any time you wish."
Dawn's mouth dropped open, and she couldn't even respond. Had this gorgeous man just tried to hit on her? Apparently her friends thought so, because they faded away into the crowd, leaving her and Aidan alone.
"I hear you had a reading today."
Dawn swallowed, hoping she could talk. All her nerves were dancing at his touch. "Ummm ... yes. Your sister read tarot cards for me."
"And did she tell you things that pleased you?"
"It was a good reading. Somewhat confusing."
Aidan lifted a dark brow. "Confusing? How so?"
She blushed. "Oh, she just said some things that were impossible right now. That's all."
"Anything is possible if you want it enough." He finally dropped her hand, leaving her bereft of his touch. "Life is full of possibilities."
Dawn grinned. "Well, I must say I hope her prediction about my art comes true. I could use a little help there."
"I would like to see your work. Will you show it to me?"
She blinked, surprised. "I guess. If you want to see it."
"I am interested in you, beautiful Dawn. Everything about you."
Staring at him, she wondered if she was dreaming. She'd never had a man like this interested in her. Ever. Yet everything about him drew her. It didn't make sense. She didn't act like this. Dawn wasn't the type of woman who believed in lust at first sight. But this man made her panties wet and her breasts throb. She wanted to get to know him better, but there was a part of her that screamed she knew him already. This feeling confused the hell out of her.
He smiled as if recognizing her uncertainty. "Are you all right?
Dawn shook her head and changed the subject. "You said you were Aithne's business partner?"
Blinking at the obvious switch in conversation, his grin widened. "Yes. We both own Don't Spank the Vamp together."
Dawn frowned. "It's an unusual name. What does it mean?"
Aidan grinned, and his emerald eyes darkened. "Just what it says." He reached out and caressed her cheek. "Someday, I will explain further."
The touch of his hand on her made her knees go weak. She felt all melty inside and wavered between desire and fear. What was happening to her?
"Dance with me."
She blinked and noticed music had started in the background. Several couples were already circling slowly in the center of the floor.
"Please," he murmured. "I want to hold you in my arms."
Unable to resist his plea or the emotion leaping inside of her at his words, she nodded mutely. Aidan's eyes flared with heat, and he took her hand, leading her out to where the other dancers were. Once there, he pulled her swiftly into his arms, molding his hard form against hers.
Dawn couldn't move ... couldn't breathe. If she'd been unsure before, she wasn't any longer. Aidan was so close to her she felt every line of his body. Especially, the hard length of a truly impressive erection pressed against her stomach. She gulped as the full truth hit her square between the eyes.
He wanted her.
Now the question was ... what was she going to do about it?