Jaide looked around the room, everyone was partying hard, well except the gorgeous hunk leaning against the far wall. Her eyes widened when their eyes connected. Violet eyes to cinnamon brown, she shivered as if someone had walked over her grave. She saw a small smirk curve his lips, he winked at her just as she tore her eyes away, somewhat flustered.
“Who you staring at Jaide?”
“Wondering who the gorgeous hunk is over there. I’ve never seen him at any of your parties before.”
“Pedro,” she sighed, her eyes going all dreamy. “He’s lush and sadly my cousin, which in many ways is a bummer.”
“Where is he from with a name like that,” Jaide asked in surprise.
“Islington,” she laughed, “His mother is Spanish. Would you like me to introduce you?”
Before she could protest, Lisle grabbed her arm, pulling her over towards Pedro, they came to a full stop when Lisle smacked Pedro on the arm. Jaide nearly swooned, her breathing hitching at his smell, his hard chest inches from her face.
“Pedro, this is Jaide,” she grinned, “she wanted to meet my hunky cousin, so be nice to her.” She placed Jaide’s hand in his and walked away.
He lifted her hand to his lips, smoothing a kiss over it.
“It’s lovely to meet you Jaide,” he whispered in her ear.
As if on autopilot, she reached up cupping his face in one hand, her other hand behind his head tangling with his dark hair. The noise of the party disappeared when she trailed a long fingernail across his bottom lip. Stepping closer Jaide bit his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against his body, he responded tentatively, his lips closing over hers.