“Let’s get you something to drink.” Natalie tugged her to a corner of the vast great room where a bartender was working at a makeshift setup in the corner.
“What’s your poison?”
“I’ll have a beer and the lady will have an amaretto on the rocks.”
The deep voice, so vivid from her dreams, jolted her like a bolt of lightning. Her nipples hardened and her breath felt trapped in her throat. Her pulse throbbed like a kettledrum in the walls of her suddenly wet pussy. Words deserted her and she stood there like some ninny, trying to find something to say. A kaleidoscope of erotic images flashed through her brain like a DVR on fast forward.
Stunned, she looked over at Natalie whose eyes widened in surprise.
“I, uh, wasn’t aware you two knew each other.” The woman smiled. “Kari, you’ve been keeping secrets.”
Kari’s breath was trapped in her throat. She clasped her hands together to still their shaking before she turned to look at the man behind her. Oh, lordy. He looked even better in real life than he did in her memory. The lines in his face were a little deeper, but his body was just as lean and muscular as she remembered. Tall and tanned, the sculpted muscles of his body were evident even beneath the collared shirt and dress slacks that fit him so well they could have been tailored for him. How many nights had she lain in bed since that one time, remembering the feel of him beneath her hands, the hardness of muscle, the softness of the hair on his chest, the swollen thickness of his cock?
Just looking at him now and remembering all that took her breath away.
“I—” She couldn’t form words. What was he doing here? How had he come to be at this party? Was she dreaming him? But no, when she inhaled, that remembered scent of earth and clean air tickled her nostrils.
Natalie looked from one to the other. “I take it you two know each other?”
“Uh, we—That is—” Kari stammered.
“We’ve met.” Slade’s voice rolled over her like warm molasses.
Kari looked at him, mesmerized by the flare of heat in his hazel eyes that had turned more of a dark gold. His dark brown hair looked shaggier than the last time she’d seen him, although it was apparent he’d made an effort to tame it. She had to stop herself from reaching up to let it sift through her fingers. She had to fight a desire to run her hands over every inch of him.