My Everything - Seth & Amber

By: Melanie Shawn

(Crossroads #4)

Chapter One

Amber’s heart races as she walks down the long hallway, passing door after door. She can’t stop staring at his strong back as he stalks in front of her. He moves with an easy grace. His long legs carry him forward with a powerful stride.

Finally, he stops. Pulls out a keycard and slides it into the lock with a loud click. The light turns green.

This is it. Decision time. Is she going to do this or not?

He opens the door, moving to the side to allow her to walk in. His deep compelling eyes meet hers and a shiver runs from the tip of her head to the bottom of her feet. Her legs feel unsteady as her knees weaken from just his stare. Decision made.

Inside, a surreal orange glow fills the room. She realizes it’s coming from a florescent light on the adjacent building’s neon sign. Good, she thinks. It’s best if this seems as unreal as possible. His jet black hair shines from the golden illumination beaming through the window. He takes off his jacket and hangs it on the desk chair, causing his button up white shirt to pull taut against his strong, muscled back.

“Do you want a drink?” At the sound of his deep, sexy voice, the tiny hairs at the nape of her neck stand up.

“No.” She reaches down, rolling her delicate gold bracelet around her wrist. She can feel her pulse rapidly beating as her thumb brushes the soft skin below her palm.

“Do you want to sit?” He motions smoothly to the small maroon couch that lines the wall beside the king sized bed.

“No.” Amber stares directly into his piercing blue eyes.

“Do you want to talk?” His question sounds more like a challenge than an inquiry.

Amber shakes her head slowly back and forth, her long dark hair softly brushing her shoulders. “No.”

She stares, captivated by his tall, athletic form. He stands a few feet away from her, legs planted shoulder width apart, hands hanging loosely by his sides. His eyes never leave hers, never stray down to her low-cut neckline or further, to the rest of her tight black dress.

“What do you want?” he finally asks, breaking the electrified silence.

“I want one night,” Amber replies with a shaky breath. “One night where I can forget. One night where I don’t have to think. One night where I don’t have to take care of anyone. One night where I don’t have to make any decisions. I want one night where all I have to do is feel.”

He doesn’t immediately respond to her request. Instead, with seemingly none of the sense of urgency or intensity that is flooding her entirely, he reaches up and slowly loosens his red tie. Then, after unbuttoning the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt, he removes his cuff links and rolls up each sleeve twice, his gaze never leaving hers.

If it were up to Amber, her cocktail dress would already be on the floor and they would both be in bed. Naked. If she decides she wants something, she takes it. And she definitely wants him.

But somehow, his deliberately easy pace is a turn-on. He has an air of authority and the appearance of someone who is to be instantly obeyed. He seems completely…contained.

“How much have you had to drink?” he asks flatly, his tone indicating that he is not to be lied to.

“That rum and coke was my first, and I didn’t even finish it,” she answers honestly as all of her nerve endings begin to tingle with anticipation.

Taking two wide steps, he crosses the room, effectively closing the distance between them in what feels like a millisecond. He is standing in front of her, his broad, wide chest even with her hungry eyes. His scent, a combination of soap and earthiness, surrounds her and causes a fluttering in her belly. She lifts her chin as her eyes scan up to meet his.

“What’s your name?” he asks. His gravelly voice sends an aching need through her that begins pulsing between her legs.

She doesn’t hesitate.

“I’m done talking.” She reaches up and winds her arms around his neck as she lifts on her toes to press her lips to his.

She softly kisses him for just a moment before he engages. Taking over, his firm lips do not leave any question of who is in control. She feels the roughened pads of his fingertips graze the side of her neck as his large hand wraps firmly at the base of her scalp, tilting her head even further up, giving his mouth complete and total access to hers.

A soft whimper of need escapes her lips as they part. His tongue sweeps inside, meeting hers in a sensual caress. He claims her, owns her, with his passionate kiss.

His hand possessively grips her hip as his other continues to hold her head in place, exactly where he wants it. His dominance creates a fierce desire that quickly spreads through her body, consuming her like a wild fire. Her hands move down his shoulders. She feels his muscles ripple beneath her touch, sending a tremor through her arm and down her spine.

He tears his mouth from hers as he quickly pulls her dress over her head. Then grabbing the back of her thighs he lifts her up, pressing her back against the wall. She feels his erection pressing firmly against her silk covered mound.

“Is this what you want?” he growls as he rocks his hips into hers.

A jolt of pleasure shoots through her core at the intimate contact. Her panties, already damp, are now soaking wet with arousal.