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Eyes Like Yours

Chapter Three - Taste Test

BPOV

Why now? Why did I have to meet this delicious man now? After tonight I'd probably never see him again. Why couldn't I have met him back in San Francisco. Life was so unfair. Damn it.

Everything about him mesmerized me. Those eyes were like green pools and I wanted to drown in them. I felt as though they pierced right through my soul every time he looked into my eyes. And that hair. I just wanted to thread my fingers through his bronze locks. It already looked like sex hair, but I felt the need to mess it up just that little bit more.

Despite his obviously generous good looks, I found it easy to talk to him. Usually I made a fool of myself around men, but with him it all felt so different. I didn't need to try to hard with him. That's another reason why I felt such an attraction towards him.

"I'm really glad we met tonight," Anthony said to me. "It feels good to just sit here and talk about unimportant stuff," he laughed.

"It sounds like you lead a pretty serious life," I said as I took a sip of my drink.

"At the moment, yes," he nodded.

He didn't add anything else to it. That's another thing I liked. We didn't go into details about our lives. Tonight I was content with just talking crap. He seemed to like that idea too.

Anthony stood suddenly, holding his hand out to me. "Lets have a dance," he smiled down at me.

"Oh, I cant dance," I shook my head and tried to push his hand a way.

"Don't be silly; everybody can dance," Anthony laughed at me as he took my hand again. This time he managed to pull me to my feet. "Please," he enticed me with his crooked grin.

"Okay," I shuddered as he traced circles on my hand. "Just let me go to the restroom first. I need a human moment," I told him.

"Okay, well hurry back," he laughed as he gave me a gentle push towards the bathrooms.

I smiled before turning away. He was so sexy. I wanted him so much.

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EPOV

This girl, no, this woman was amazing. I felt so comfortable with her. The conversation flowed immediately. We didn't speak about ourselves; just about random stuff. That's why I felt so comfortable; we weren't trying to impress each other with details of our lives.

If I wanted someone in my bed, all id have to tell a woman was that I was a doctor and that I came from a loaded family, and they would throw themselves at me. But with Izzie, I didn't need to tell her those things. In the half hour that we'd spent talking, I got the feeling from her that she wasn't a materialistic type of girl. She was the type of girl I'd love to take home to meet my mother.

I did feel bad for giving her a false name, but I'm pretty sure she gave me a false one too. The look on her face when she told me her name was Izzie gave it away. To be honest, it was only a little lie on my part. My middle name was Anthony, so I tried not to feel too guilty.

At this moment, she was in the bathroom. A 'human moment' she had called it. I'd laughed. She was so cute. So sweet.

I wanted her. There was no doubt about that.

When I spotted Izzie making her way back to our table, I stood up and grinned and held out my hand to her

"Lets dance then. And don't try to make an excuse, because I'm not going to take no for an answer," I grinned at her.

A dirty look flashed across her cheek and she pouted. Her lips looked delicious. A juicy raspberry, ripe for the picking. I'm sure they would taste just as good as a raspberry too.

"Come on, you promised," I pouted myself as I ran my hands through my scruffy hair.

She seemed to like that because she moved forward quickly and pushed me into the small crowd of people already dancing.

"I give you permission to punish me if I step on your foot or hurt you in any way," she laughed as I slipped my hands around her small waist.

"Don't worry, I will," I promised with a wink.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and we started to move with the music. I tightened my grip on her waist and pulled her closer. We were so close now that I could almost taste her. Her scent wound its way around me. It was like a mixture of strawberry and freesia's. Delicious.

"I thought you said you couldn't dance. You seem to be doing pretty well," I broke the silence that had settled between us.

"Okay, so maybe I can dance a little," Izzie shrugged. "I'm just extremely clumsy and could fall down or trip at any moment. I'm much better at doing things sitting down or on my back," she explained.

I cocked my eyebrow. "On your back?" I questioned with a grin. Just the thought of her on her back, writhing beneath me, made me hard.

She blushed and playfully scolded me. "You have a very dirty mind," she laughed as she played with the hair at the nape of my neck.

Her fingers were soft and gentle. I'd be willing to bet they'd feel good on other places of my body too.

Okay, I've got to get a grip. If I kept on thinking those thoughts, I'd come without her even really having to touch me. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, so this girl must be special.

I lowered my head and pushed my face into her hair; my lips slightly brushing against her neck. I felt her tense at first, but she soon loosened up.

"You smell so good," I couldn't help but say it out loud. I inhaled that sweet strawberry and freesia scent one more time before pulling back and looking back down at her face. She was blushing again. That turned me on even more. I decided I needed to taste her. Now.

"I wonder if you taste just as good," I pondered out loud.

I watched as her eyes widened and her lips parted to speak, but I moved to fast for her. I leant down and captured her mouth with mine. As I thrust my tongue past her lips, her hands braced against my chest. When I heard her moan into my mouth, my heart started hammering against her palms. I wonder if she can feel it.

Short of breathe, I finally pulled away. Izzie was still; her eyes closed and her lips still parted slightly. When she finally opened her eyes, we just stood there; eyes locked. For a minute, she stood staring up at me, an odd expression on her face. I swallowed hard, almost afraid to believe it was a reflection of the same peculiar attraction I was feeling for her

It felt like hours before she finally spoke, but in reality it was only mere moments.

"You have the most beautiful eyes," Izzie spoke softly.

"I know," I chuckled as I thanked her with another kiss. It was softer this time; more gentle. She sighed into this one.

When I pulled away this time, she was smiling. No confused looks.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I asked her. "Maybe we can go for a walk or something," I suggested.

Her answer was a nod.

Yes.

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BPOV

I knew he was going to kiss me, even before it happened. He had this look in his eyes, and it gave him away. But it still didn't give me time to prepare. Not that I needed to prepare anyway; just a little more notice would have been good.

"I wonder if you taste just as good," he said.

I tried to speak, but his mouth had already descended onto mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth almost immediately. I could feel my legs buckling beneath me, and I had to brace my hands against his chest to prevent myself from dropping to the floor. I felt a thrill when I felt his heart beating hard against my palms.

I couldn't open my eyes straight away. I was still in a bit of a stunned state and to be honest I was kind of waiting for him to press his lips back to mine again. When I did eventually open my eyes, we just stood there; staring into the others eyes.

His green orbs were beautiful and sparkling. By now my stomach was doing somersaults, and my pulse was beating so erratically, I wondered if it would ever return to normal. The silence between us was starting to get intense, so I said the first thing that came to mind.

"You have the most beautiful eyes".

"I know," he chuckled before leaning back down towards me.

He tipped my head back a fraction and took my mouth again. His kiss was soft and light this time; just a brush of lips against lips.

This time when he pulled away, I was smiling.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Anthony asked me. "Maybe we can go for a walk or something," he suggested.

That question made my mouth go dry. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't. So I just nodded my answer instead.

Yes.

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I didn't know where we were going. I didn't really care. Because I was with him. And honestly, I would go anyway with him.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked me as he took my hand and started to lead me down the sidewalk.

"Anywhere. I don't mind. I'm not picky," I answered with a smile as I squeezed his hand a little.

Anthony started to laugh. "You are like every guys dream girl. You could get taken to the pits of hell and probably wouldn't care," he stared. Suddenly he stopped and looked at her. "You don't have a boyfriend or a husband, do you?" he looked slightly panicked.

"No," I giggled. "But If I did, you've already done enough to get your ass kicked by him," I teased.

"Well," he coughed and continued walking. "I'm just surprised that you don't have a boyfriend. You're a pretty good catch".

"Hey, you can talk," I moved to walk in front of him. I spun around and started walking backwards, so that I could still see and speak to him. Was a stupid idea really. With my clumsiness, it was the last thing I should have been doing. "Have you looked in a mirror lately? You are a very good looking guy," I informed him. But I bet he already knew that.

He shrugged as he grabbed my hand and turned me back around so that I could see where I was walking. "I lead a pretty busy life. I don't have time for serious relationships," he explained.

"Fair enough," I laughed as we kept walking.

"So, where to?" he went back to the original subject.

"Coffee. I could really go for a coffee. Do you know a place?" I asked.

He grinned. "I know a place. It's about a ten minute walk from here. You up for it".

"Lead the way," I happily followed him down the street.

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EPOV

Okay, so I knew that taking her to the coffee place at my hotel was a cheeky thing to do. But I still took her there anyway. And really, I don't think she minded either. I was still reeling from that kiss we'd shared earlier, and I was kind of hoping that we could take it further, so the closer we were to a room, the better. So yes, taking her back to the hotel had its advantages.

After we grabbed a couple coffee's, I led her back at outside and we took a seat at one of the outside tables. After we drank our hot drinks, we went for a stroll around the outside of the hotel.

"So, this is where you're staying?" Izzie asked me. "It's really nice," she added.

"Yeah, I'm just here for the night," I started to explain. "But if you think the outside of it is nice, you should see the view from my room," I said as I stopped and stood before her.

"I bet its really great," she smiled up at me.

"No," I shook my head as I pulled my hand up and ran my fingertips across her flushed cheeks. "It's beautiful," I all but whispered.

She blushed. It was like the tenth time she'd blushed tonight. But it really did make me like her more. It was just really sweet.

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BPOV

How did he do it? How did he make me feel this way with just simple touches or simple words. He must just have the gift. Lucky.

I loved the feel of his fingers caressing my cheek. It was sending sparks through my body; from the tip of my toes, right to the tips of my fingers. It was like a static electricity running through me. I felt like I could explode at any moment. The feeling intensified when his fingers started to trail down my cheek and onto my neck. I shivered in delight.

"Are you cold?" Anthony asked me just after.

I shook my head. I was anything but cold. Heat streaked through my body like fire, making me want to pant and cross my legs where an itchy dampness began to throb.

Anthony didn't say anything else, but from the purse of his lips and the twitch of a muscle in his jaw, I had a feeling that he was well aware of the battle my hormones were now waged in - and maybe, just maybe, he was fighting his own case of lust.

"The view really is beautiful," he whispered. "Up in my room," he quickly added as his breathe dusted across my cheek.

"Uh huh," I really couldn't speak.

"Do you want to see it?" he asked.

He wasn't talking about the view.

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A/N: Sorry for stopping there. But you'll get the good stuff in the next chapter. Give me two days, and it should be up.