I had never had it happen like that before, not in my life.

I had used so many women from the audiences of my shows before, so many women who anyone else might have thought of as hot, sexy, or desirable. And sure, I enjoyed the attention for as long as it lasted, but I never wanted anything more from them. But this woman?

This woman was a whole other story.

I watched her as she was dragged unceremonious by her jealous friend towards the bathroom. I knew she was about to get her ear chewed off, but all I could see was the way that dress clung to her. It was enough to get me hard again.

I had noticed her the moment I stepped out onstage, the rest of the crowd vanishing from my line of vision as my surprised eyes took her in. In that blue dress, with that cleavage, the way her hair tumbled down around her shoulders like it was waiting for me to run my hands through it.

No wonder her friend had been jealous.

The bar was quiet, much to my relief. Sometimes the women who’d attended my shows would hang around after it was done in the hopes of catching me. A lot of them threw themselves at me. It was part of the job, I got it, but sometimes it was a little exhausting to always have to be on.

But the way Madison looked at me, I knew that she felt that frisson too. She had felt the same connection that had rumbled deep inside me from the second I laid eyes on her. There was no way she could have missed it. From the moment I saw her I wanted her. Even from across the table I could still smell her perfume, something sweet and light and floral, and all I wanted was to bury my face in her neck and lose myself there for a while.

“Hey,” she picked up the glass of wine she’d ordered. “So…”

“So,” I grinned. I felt like the whole night was spread out in front of us, and there was so much I wanted to do with her, to her.

“Just so you know,” she lowered her gaze as though she couldn’t believe she was saying this. “I totally would have called you if Eleanor hadn’t gotten rid of your number.”

“Well, I’m only in town for one night.” I shrugged. “You’ve gotta take those chances, right?”

“Right,” she agreed, and I noticed her gaze flicker down to my mouth for a moment. I grinned. I was used to having women attracted to me, but it had been a while since I had felt that attraction burning straight back at them.

“So, what do you do in a town you’re only in for one night?” she asked, cocking her head at me, and taking another sip of her wine.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged again. “Usually I just have a drink and get some rest. Being up there all night is pretty exhausting.”

She nodded. “Oh, yeah, I can imagine. I saw the way you were moving up there. It was…uh, pretty intense.” She lowered her gaze once more, as though she couldn’t believe she was actually talking with me. I saw her force herself to look back up and into my eyes.

“You know I wasn’t even going to come to this thing tonight?” she admitted, leaning a little closer.

I leaned in to meet her and caught the sweet scent of her perfume once more. “Oh yeah?” I grinned.

“Yeah, if it hadn’t have been for my friend, or rather ex-friend, I wouldn’t have met you.” She bit her lip. She kept doing that, as though she was trying to keep from blurting out something she didn’t intend to. I knew exactly how she felt.

“Well, I guess we have something to thank her for,” I remarked, letting my hand stray onto her thigh. She inhaled sharply when I touched her. The warmth of her skin, even through the fabric of her dress, had my cock stirring in my pants once more. I could still remember the way her tongue had felt on my skin, the warmth of her breath. Fuck, it was incredible, but I wanted to just grab her by the hips and fuck her right there on stage.

Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet mine. I had seen desire enough times to know it, and I could see it in her eyes now what was no doubt reflected in mine. I had to do something. I was in this country for twelve more hours and I was sure as hell going to make the most of my time by spending all of it with her.

I leaned in, breathing deeply, filling my head with the scent of her, and she closed her eyes.

“Chad…” she murmured my name. I could see this tiny drop of wine on the edge of her mouth, and I finally touched my lips to hers and tasted her at last.

Her body trembled as I ran my hand up her leg and let it come to rest on her waist. I wondered how deep her desire went, if she was just testing herself to see how far she could go, or if this was really going to happen. I pulled back, and she leaned her head against mine for a moment, eyes still closed, and flicked her tongue across her full bottom lip.

“Where are you staying?” she asked, her eyes open again.

I realized I had sunk my fingers into her waist, like I was trying to leave an imprint on her. “In the rooms upstairs.” I flicked my eyes upwards. I could feel the gaze of the bartender on me, the few other patrons in this bar sense the chemistry between us. I didn’t care.

“Take me there,” she demanded, her lips parting slightly.