Handsome Stranger

"Well hello there handsome" I said staring lustfully at the handsome man sitting right beside me.

He looked like a Greek god, he could easily pass off as a model. His jet black hair was slicked back, he had the build of an athlete and I could see his biceps strained against his jacket, his abs peaking through the thin fabric of his shirt and I instantly thought of his they would feel against my palm.

"Ahem" came the husky yet sexy sound of his voice, I decided to take my eyes off his body and look at his face. His angular jawline and beards added to his sex appeal and then I saw it, his eyes, they were a crystal blue color. His eyes sparkled in the dimly lit club, they projected a kind of blue wave and at that moment all I thought of was how it would feel to swim in the depths of those eyes.

He tilted his head to the side trying to get my attention and that's when I realized I had been staring at him for some time now.

"I'm sorry" I apologized but didn't avert my eyes, it was hard not to stare at him.

"There's no need to be" he responded shrugging off my apology and turning back to face his drink and I was left staring at the side of his face. With the rate at which I'm staring at him I might put a hole in his face. I turned to face my own drink that the bartender had placed in front of me, when, I do not know. I picked up my glass and was about to drink it's content when the guy sitting next to me called out to me.

"Don't you think you have had enough drinks for one night sweetheart?" he said his attention still on his own drink.

"Uh, and what makes you think so?" I asked trying to process what he said, did he just call me sweetheart? maybe it was the alcohol getting to me.

"Well for one you sound a bit tipsy and not to mention the fact that I watched you drink five glasses of whiskey" his attention was still on his drink.

Wait he has been watching me the whole time, interesting.

"Well some of us need to get over our heart break one way or another. I don't expect a handsome and sexy guy like you to understand that, you've probably never even had your heart broken" I picked up my glass attempting yet again to drink it's content.

"Did you just call me sexy?" I choked on my drink, had I said that out loud?, this is so embarrassing.

"I uhm...I"

"It's okay relax, there's no big deal, a lot of ladies find me attractive" and as if to prove a point two ladies wearing nothing but bikinis walked over to us, not us sorry him. One of the placed her hand on his shoulder and lowered her palm gently rubbing his upper arm while the other one stood in between him and the counter touching his chest. I got instantly jealous silently wishing I was the one touching him like that. Even though he had two strippers who were ready to go down on him right there on the spot he paid no attention to them, he kept his focus on me. He sent them away with a wave of his hand.

"So you said you were trying to get over a heart break?" he said fully focused on me, glass in hand but blue eyes on me.

"Yeah, long story actually, my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend really sad, hurt like shit too" I was still looking at my glass, suddenly I didn't feel like drinking anymore even though I was a bit drunk already.

"Well instead of drinking yourself to stupor why don't you have fun and celebrate it. I mean if they both betrayed it then I guess it's their loss and not yours." his gaze was fully fixated on me. His blue eyes felt like there weren't just looking at me but looking deep into my soul and gawd did that make me feel really hot and uncomfortable.

"Yeah maybe you are right" I said smiling at him. It was a genuine smile. He downed the contents of his glass and stood up and extended his hand to me.

"Why not dance?" was this his way of asking me to dance with him? I was not sure I would be able to stand on my own two feet but but I decided to risk it, it's not like I would have been able to say no to the sexy masterpiece in front of me. I needed to get my mind off my cheating ex boyfriend and my backstabbing ex best friend so why don't I do that by actually having fun tonight, it's the reason I came here in the first place. With that thought in mind I took his hand and he led me straight to the center of the dance floor.

The music was still blasting loudly through the speakers and everyone was getting sweaty at this point. The music changed and I felt something change within me and I immediately started dancing. I was throwing my hands in the air and swaying my body to the sound of the music, I glanced up at the stranger who had led me to the dance floor and saw that he was also dancing and watching me with keen interest. He noticed me watching him and smiled at me, that one million dollar smile, he was incredibly hot. I smiled back at him and continued dancing, some of the people around us were extremely drunk and someone even bumped into me. I almost tripped and feel if it wasn't for the Greek god who caught me.

"Thanks" I said awkwardly as he helped me back to my feet.

Being this close to him was doing a lot of things to my body that I couldn't explain. He stared at me for some time before letting go of me to continue dancing and I secretly missed the lack of contact with his body.

I snapped myself out of my own lustful thoughts and got back to dancing. How can I feel this attracted to a get I just met. I guy who I don't even know his name. I blamed it on the excess alcohol I had earlier.

I kept on dancing and moving my body, I was beginning to enjoy the music and did not even mind the sweaty bodies that were around me. I kept on swaying my hips in sync with each beat that blasted through the speakers.

Lost in the moment and drowsy from alcohol I hadn't noticed the figured that was pressed against my back until I felt his hands on my hip, I froze instantly. His hands roamed my hips and waist never letting go, his hard abs pressed against my lean back. As if noticing how tensed and nervous I currently was he moved his left hand from my hip and encircled my waist like that would make me less nervous.

His other hand moved to tuck some strands of hair that were covering my eye a bit and tucked it behind my ear, he then leaned in to whisper something into my ear.

"Relax, I won't hurt you" came his hypnotizing voice. As soon as those words came out of his lips I instantly relaxed. I didn't even know which was worse the fact that I could no longer think properly or the fact that I didn't even mind that he was holding me, it didn't matter though, I could just pin every bad decision I make this evening on alcohol.

And with that in mind I made the worse decision I could ever think of. I turned around to face him, I could see his electrifying blue eyes scrutinizing me, watching me expectantly trying to figure out what I was about to do. After staring into his eyes for a while my gaze gravitated to his lips, his plum, scrumptious lips. He cocked an eyebrow at me still wondering what was going through my mind and with the last bit of courage left in me I stood on my tiptoes as he was visibly taller than me and did what I wouldn't have done in a sober state. I kissed him.

My lips crashed into his, consuming his lips. His shock at my action was obvious as he stilled the moment I kissed him but regained himself almost immediately and kissed me back. The kiss was hungry and passionate, his tongue gliding over my lips seeking entrance into my mouth which I allowed. I parted my lips slightly to give his tongue access into my mouth. His grip on my hips tightened and pushed my closer to him, my hands still wrapped around his neck slightly tugging at the ends of his jet black hair.

My body felt like fire. I could feel the heat crawling up my skin and I didn't want to stop it. I wanted to feel him, every part of him.

He withdrew from me and we ended the kissing, both panting at the shortage of breath after our heated make out and to think we were still at the center of a crowd of clubbers. It did not seem like anyone noticed, people seemed to be too high to even care.

My gaze had been locked to my feet from the moment we broke from the kiss and I gathered the courage to peel my eyes away from my feet and look at him.

I was looking into those magnificent blue eyes, they had gotten to a deeper shade of blue and I could see something sparkling in them. Lust. My cheeks were flustered and I was silently regretting what I had just done until I noticed something. He was smirking at me.

That smirk plastered on his face and his blue orbs gleaming with mischief he leant down to whisper something to me over the loud music.

"How about we finish this somewhere more.....private" I froze, my cheeks turning a bright crimson red.

He leant away, looking at me, he was waiting for my reply.

If I wasn't heartbroken and drunk I would have turned him down instantly. I barely know him, he is still practically a stranger but this night I had come here with the intention of forgetting about my cheating ex boyfriend and my backstabbing ex best friend. He might be a stranger but he was what I needed this night to forget about all my problems and all the pain I was currently feeling and for some strange reason I couldn't even see myself rejecting his offer. I was feeling some kind of magnetic pull towards him, I couldn't tell if it was because of his looks or the fact that I needed company and he was willing to give me that this night, but for some reason I felt safe with him.

With new found determination I looked back at him, still waiting for my reply. I smirked at him.

"Lead the way"