4. Cord

CHAPTER 4

Cord

I stand in the doorway of the restaurant at the hotel and study all of the women in the room but immediately I can tell that she's not here.

My date is late. I can't say anything though since I'm late as well. I glare when the hostess walks up to me, her dark eyes running down my body like she can see under my clothes all the way to my bare skin. I don't like it at all and I glare fiercely at her.

I'm here with a date. Or I will be when she gets here. But the table is for two and it's rude as hell to look at me like I'm a piece of cake she wants to tear into.

"Can I get you anything?" She asks breathlessly and I shake my head no.

"I'll wait until my date gets here." Her face falls and I feel a little thrill of satisfaction. Maybe I've gotten through to her before Miss Short shows up and is made uncomfortable by the woman's open assessments. She leads me to my table with no further comments and I sit down the same way. She pours me a glass of ice water and then nods at me.

She moves away and I pick up the glass of ice water that's sitting on the table, taking a sip of it and letting it slide down my throat, enjoying the refreshing liquid.

I close my eyes and open them, taking another big drink and then choking on the liquid as it goes down on a huge gulp of air. I sputter and pound on my own chest, everyone in the place staring at me as I try not to die while I stare at the vision standing in the doorway.

Because the most beautiful woman I've ever seen is standing there. She's deliciously curvy and wearing a figure-hugging deep red dress that caresses all of those curves like a lover's hands. Like my hands want to caress her.

Her long, glorious chestnut hair glistens in a cascade of artless curls that my fingers want to plunge into and wrap those silky strands around them, tugging her head back and taking her plush, deep red lips with my own mouth. Her eyes though. My god, I can't even see them that well from here…but I can see the shimmer of green like an emerald gemstone glowing in the dim light. Those eyes lock on me and my choked breaths still, the whole world going silent around us. It feels like we're in our own little bubble. Like nothing and nobody else exists.

Like this is how it was always meant to be. I was meant to find this woman and make her mine.

I stand and stalk up to her, my own gaze locked on hers. She stares at me, her delicate chin tilted up so that she can see me clearly since she's so damn tiny she barely comes up to the top of my chest.

When I'm finally standing in front of her, she sucks in a sharp breath as I reach out and tilt her chin even higher, reaching down to brush my lips with hers, her soft gasp washing over my lips.

"You are late," I whisper in her ear, enjoying the way she shivers, her emerald eyes darkening to almost black. Her pupils are dilated and her breath is huffing out so heavily that it almost feels like her full breasts are about to pop out of the dress she's almost wearing.

Her eyes shift up to meet mine and I could get lost in the lust whirling in them, golden flecks glittering wildly in the light. "But you're so fucking worth the wait."

She glances down and flushes bright red. The hostess coughs and I look up, glaring at her. She firms her lips up and glares at me. "Is this your party then?"

My brow lifts and I reach out to tuck the woman's small hand in mine, feeling a tremor in her fingers. My whole body lights up like a damn firecracker at her first touch.

"I'll take her to our table. See that someone comes soon." I glance down at the woman who's biting her lip, her green gaze locked on me. I'm sure that my lady would like something to eat since we've both been traveling. Thank you." I turn away and lead her to our table, never losing contact with the vision walking beside me.

She's so delicate and tiny. But so sexy with those pouty lips and the fuck-me heels she's wearing. A deep burgundy just like the dress. She's like the tastiest little treat I've ever seen.

I can't believe it but this is what I've been looking for for so long. I knew as soon as I saw her. This woman is my future. The woman who's going to give my life meaning. Who's going to give me the family I've wanted for so long.

This woman is mine. Now I just have to convince her of that and I don't have a helluva lot of time to do it.

I hold her hand and help her sit, my body on red alert when her short red dress rides up a little and I see just a glimpse of beautifully rounded thigh. Creamy and thick and perfect to wrap around my ears while I eat her sweet pussy out and listen to her breathless cries echoing around us.

I wait until she's seated and then brush beads of sweat off my forehead. Being this close to her and not taking her, throwing her down on one of these tables and just branding her body with mine until neither one of us can move.

I move around the table and flop into the seat, fidgeting when I sit, trying to get my damn erection under control before it punches straight through my dress pants. I huff and wish that I'd worn jeans. At least they might have helped keep that shit locked down.

I grab the glass of water and take a hearty swig. "So…what was your name? I know that we discussed not getting into that tonight but I feel like there's something happening here and I need to know your name."

She picks up her own glass of water and her red lips wrap around the sweating thing, making my dick jump in my pants like he's gonna bust right through the damn fabric.

She clears her throat and I almost lose my mind when I see her slim throat swallow.

I'm a depraved motherfucker and I cannot get my damn mind out of the gutter. Her lips, her eyes, her body. All of it is killing me in the best damn way.

She looks a little spooked and I know I'm coming on damn strong but I just can't rein it in. I need this woman.

I almost don't expect her to tell me but then she glances up, her emerald eyes peeking through the dark curtain of her lashes playfully, biting her full red lower lip.

"My name's Dixie. What's your first name?"

"Cord."

She nods her head and then whispers softly, "Cord. It suits you."

The sound of my name in her breathless voice almost makes me lose the last little bit of control I have left.

I groan under my breath and grab my drink, swigging it like I've just finished a damn marathon in 100 degree heat.

"Tell me all about yourself, Dixie. Don't leave a damn thing out."

Her eyes widen but she nods her head and begins to talk and I try to focus on all of the things she says even as I struggle to keep my baser instincts under control.

All I can picture is sweeping all of the china off this table and throwing her across it, ripping her clothes off and then fucking her until she screams my name, breaking my eardrums with how loud she is when she comes on my cock.

I nod my head and categorize every damn thing she tells me. Because she's so damn important to me. She's my everything.