a/n: OK…so I think this is going to be three parts…not two. My apologies.

I hope you like this chapter!


Dimitri. His name suited him. It was strong, matching his rugged good looks. His pronounced jaw was incredibly sexy, and I had a sudden urge to leave a trail of kisses along the light stubble lining it. I hadn't kissed a guy in a long time, and this one looked like he had mad skills.

"So…do you dance…?"

I was mesmerized by his slight accent, so I didn't realize he was hinting for my name. Luckily, Lissa did.

"Rose," she supplied.

"Roza," he said in a low, sexy voice that made my entire being tremble. "Do you like to dance, Roza?" he asked.

"I…" I was speechless, apparently. There really was a first time for everything.

"She loves to dance," Lissa cut in. "But she hasn't in a really long time, so she's a little rusty." She grinned up at him. "Give her a few minutes on the dance floor—she'll snap right out of it."

As he rose from his chair, he held his hand out to me. All I could do was stare; my heart was racing in a way that it hadn't in a long time. I nearly flew from my seat when Lissa gave me a not so gentle shove; luckily it sprung me into action and I stood, wobbly on my feet. Dimitri's hand caught my waist and he steadied me. His touch was practically scorching through the fabric of my shirt. His grip on me tightened as he took a few steps back, tugging my hand so I had no choice but to go with him. As if there was anywhere else I wanted to be. He'd totally captured my attention. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know I should have been looking out for Lissa, but right now, it was way back there.

I followed him onto the dance floor until he came to a stop and turned to face me. His eyes were smoldering with passion and I wasn't sure if it was just that I hadn't been in such close proximity to a guy in a long time, or if he really was as sexy as I was convinced he was, but he was breathtakingly handsome. His dark eyes met mine as his hips swayed back and forth to the beat of the music. I quickly followed suit, turning around and shaking my ass to the tempo. I was glad Lissa had talked me into wearing jeans. They were tight on me, and I knew they accentuated my curves.

He rested his hands on my hips again, and I reached down to cover them with my palms as I took a step back and rubbed up against him. One of his hands snaked up underneath my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my belly; he pulled me closer, and I froze for a half a second before recovering.

He was…ready.

Cerebrally, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about that, but the ache between my thighs argued that I knew exactly what I wanted. Even though I'd never had it before.

His other hand came up and pulled my hair out of the way as he leaned down, jerking the fabric of my shirt off to the side. He was as bold as I'd been before being on the run had forced me to grow up.

His mouth must have been open when he kissed my shoulder; it was hot when he tore his mouth away. The cool air hit my skin, and I couldn't hold back a shiver.

The song changed to a slower one, and he spun me around so I was facing him. His arousal pressed against my belly, and I couldn't help but wonder where this was going to lead. I'd had many nights that had ended like this…a bit of naughtiness on the dance floor…but I'd never had any start this way.

Dimitri wrapped his arms around my waist and my breasts crushed against the hard planes of his chest. "Do you want to stay here?" he asked.

"As opposed to…" I returned in a low voice.

His smirk was sexy as he quirked a brow. "Leaving," he said in amusement.

"Look, I don't know what you want from me—"

"Sure you do," he argued.

"OK, I do," I admitted. "I'm just not sure it's a good idea."

"Why not?" he pressed.

"I don't know you," I reminded him.

"I'm trying to remedy that."

"Yeah," I said dryly. "I bet you are."

"You don't want to get to know me better?" he asked.

Of course I did! "Well…sure I do, but…you're inviting me into your bed, and you haven't even kissed me yet!" I replied.

When he started lowering his face to mine, I realized I shouldn't have said that as if that was all it would take to get me between the sheets. His lips were warm as they touched mine, and he brushed them back and forth before he drew his tongue across the seam of my lips. I parted instantly, and his tongue plunged inside of my mouth. I couldn't hold back a groan from his expert stroking.

Oh…I'd forgotten how underrated kissing was.

I rested my hand on his chest as I let my body sink into his. His tongue moved around my mouth with such precision; he left no surface untouched, and I moaned again. He tasted so good.

He pulled away too quickly, and my hand flew up to clutch the back of his head, but I couldn't stop him from pulling away.

"There," he said with a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "I've kissed you."

I swallowed past the lump of desire in my throat. My body strained desperately against his, craving whatever he was offering. "And?" I croaked.

"I want to fuck you now," he informed me.