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Chapter One

London - Spring, 1981

Helena laughed and then pressed closer to her dancing partner. Every curve of her body that touched his sent quivers of desire through her. Darien danced slowly, swaying his tall, muscular frame against hers, his hands caressing her back through her thin cotton blouse. She’d found out already he wouldn’t dance to the hard, fast songs, but the power ballads had him leading her to the center of the dance floor. With his long blonde hair and piercing eyes, he looked like he could be one of the singers, a heavy metal god.

‘Loving you Sunday Morning’ floated out on the speakers, encouraging the dancers to cuddle their partners closer. Couples crowded the small dance floor as The Scorpions and their persuasive guitars invited the crowd to consider sweet, slow-paced sex. God knew Helena was considering it.

The aroma of exotic spice rose from his skin. She laid her face against his chest to draw his scent deeper into her body. It had definitely been worth coming out tonight. Appearing from the crowd he had walked toward her through the packed dancers as she had come in the door, people moving aside to let him pass. The pounding music swirled around him like fog, parting for the deep timbre of his voice. While she didn’t usually go for blondes, his height and his velvety bass voice caught her attention as no man had in some time. They’d danced for hours now, his interest never waiving.

The song drew to a close and he held her, looking down into her face. His eyes were dark, his pupils huge despite the flashing dance lights. His lips held a soft smile.

“Let’s go for a walk.” His deep voice vibrated through her, starting a resonance low in her belly.

She shivered. She never went anywhere with strangers, and this man, Darien, was that. She’d only known him this one night, these few hours of dancing. But good Lord he was sexy. And it had been a while since she had been this turned on. A long while, maybe never – she could admit it to herself, her fantasies had been better than any man for a long time.

“Don’t be afraid, Helena. I simply want to be with you, to taste those full lips.”

“O..Okay,” she stuttered. Her voice sounded ridiculously soft to her ears in the noise of the latest guitar solo, but whether he heard her or saw it in her eyes he immediately began to lead her from the floor and toward the bar’s side exit. She used to love to come here and dance. It had been months since her mother’s death and in all that time she hadn’t returned to a bar until tonight. She didn’t need the press of people to remind her she was alone in the world now.

Her clothes brushed against the throng of other dancers as they wound through the mass of people in the bar. Perhaps she had been avoiding people. Dancer’s crowded the bar. It almost seemed as though they were tugging on her blouse; catching fingers in the soft ripped edges of her jean skirt. Each touch made her more aware of her growing arousal – her tightly peaked nipples and the heat that radiated from her pussy. Music roared from the stage, now some new raw heavy metal band pumping out sound. The drums pounded a heavy beat that echoed her heart and the blood pulsing through her veins.

Finally, they reached the door and pushed past the bouncer. Cool night air slid fingers around her neck and beneath the thick mass of her long black hair. For a moment she felt hesitant, then Darien was pulling her to the sidewalk and hailing a cab. “I thought we were going for a walk,” she asked him.

He glanced back at her, and amusement rode his voice as he spoke. “Helena, you don’t want to do this in an alley, do you?”

Her heart pounded wildly. There was no mistaking what he meant. “Not really.”

The cab ride was swift, most of it lost to his kisses. His lips pressed to hers with heat and his hands wandered. As his tongue invaded her mouth with a quick thrust she opened her lips further for him and let the sensation wash over her, cascades of sparks dancing down her body until they pulsed at her hot clit. When had she become so wanton? She wondered at her behavior even as she allowed his hand to slide up her skirt.

“I never do this sort of thing,” she gasped.

“I know.” God, the way he smelled - like spicy cloves mixed with saffron and musk. She wriggled closer to him. His fingertips grazed the lips of her pussy. She could have ripped off her clothes then and there but the cabbie spoke up, telling them they had arrived.

The local Hilton had never looked so inviting.