Out of a room full of women, his eyes lock on mine.
The muscled dancer is agile and skilled, and my gaze hungrily follows every teasing move. When he steps off the stage to stalk toward me, a shiver ripples down my spine.
I've never had such an intense reaction to a guy before, especially not a stranger. But this is a tall, dark fantasy brought to life-one with a mischievous grin and chiseled abs.
When he grips my hips, a thrilling rush courses through me, and I lose all ability to think logically. That's why I accept his invitation to grab a drink after the show.
My adrenaline spikes further with each low whisper in my ear, until my lips find his in a searing kiss. With the wild energy of Sin City swirling around us, we float up to the privacy of a hotel room. We agree to one blissful night-that's all we can have, even if I hate the thought of never seeing him again.
But Sebastian's an exotic dancer for Vegas's hottest male revue show. How could he be my forever?
