Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“This?” His hand massages my ass then moves up my body, his palm following my curves. He presses me against his cock through his jeans.
“Yes,” I mumble, my senses are overloaded with his touch.
“This?” He brushes his thumb against my vest where my piercing is.
“Yes,” I hiss.
He leans down to place a kiss on my neck, his lips taking and taking, sucking, getting harder, probably leaving a mark. I lean into it, writhing, clenching around his leg.
My lips part, a tidal wave of sensation pooling, drenching my panties. Music and people surround us, and I can’t tell where I am anymore.
“I’m gonna make you forget you ever had a name,” he says, staring down at me.
“Try.”
He puts his hand between our bodies, cups me through my leggings, and then presses down with his heel on the top of my cleft.
My lashes flutter, and I can’t breathe, pulsing against him. My leg hitches around his thigh, rubbing like a cat.
More, more, my eyes say before I lean my head on his chest, wanting to hide, afraid he’ll see the power he has.
“Look at me.”
I raise my gaze.
His eyes are brilliant, bright and gleaming as he takes me in, molten with need. His expression is searching, as if he’s waiting for something, needing something from me.
“Is this mine?” His hand strokes down, rubbing my mound, but not enough—not nearly enough.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Thank fuck.” He slips his hand inside my leggings and past my panties, a lone finger inside me, dipping and exploring the folds, the already wet skin. My head falls back.
His cock strains out, bulging against his jeans as he applies that tortuous pressure with his palm, rotating against me then sliding back inside my panties, two fingers this time, taking the cream and massaging me. He circles me, playing, teasing. He tightens his arm around my waist when I feel like I might fall.
He never lets me look away, and I can’t anyway, caught up in the way he’s losing himself too. Sharp need etches his face, his jawline drawn with desire and lust and need.
Does he still think about us…
“All the fucking time.” I think he says, but it’s loud and I didn’t speak. Did I?
One song glides right into another as his fingers slide in and out.
My chest rises up and down. My hands tug on his nape, pulling up close until I can see the flecks of white in his ice-blue eyes.
Smoldering eyes land on my mouth, his breath warm and smelling of beer as he puts his forehead against mine. “Come while I’m watching you, baby.”
His tongue licks at my lips, just barely a touch as I go over the edge, my heart and body crashing into tingles and vibrations that shake my body. I close my eyes and pulse around his fingers, stars detonating behind my lids.
God. This, him, him. How I’ve missed his touch, craved it.
“Just like that,” he says, not letting up, and I move, riding him, getting every bit of that nirvana, every single ounce of that gaze on me.
He…he stares at me like I’m a girl he wants to worship.
Another song comes on as I come back to myself, woozy and warm and still turned on.
His breathing is labored, and my hand reaches out to palm him through his jeans, wanting him to receive what I did—
He eases us apart and holds me a few feet away as we stare at each other.
My hand cups his cheek, and I’m past reason when I nod my head toward the corner under the stairs, to the lower exit that will get us out of here.
He shakes his head, his lips parted as he pushes up on his mask until it sits on the top of his forehead, tangling with the longer hair there. Bright and glassy-eyed, he looks at me.
I’m frozen in place when he touches my mask and pushes it up off my face.
“Hey,” he says softly.
I can’t speak. He’s beautiful, so much that I ache.
“Didn’t fool you, did I?” I say.
“Knew the moment you walked in. Always do.” He touches my cheek and lets his hand fall. He sticks his hands in his jeans and looks away from me. “Was starting to think you…forgot what we had, Charm. It was always hot with us—was all I thought about for a long time.”
Was.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re a dangerous girl.”
Then why did he even ask me to dance?
I shake my head at him, anger at myself rising up. Why did I put myself through this with him?
I can’t win.
He always wins.
He has me in the palm of his hand.
Because I still need him. I still want him. I still l—
Penelope is next to me, crooking her arm around my shoulders. Her eyes flare when she sees my mask is off. Her eyes dart from me to Blaze, and something on my face must tell her everything she needs to know. “Found you! Let’s get out of here, ’kay? Margo’s been found out and they already tossed her. They’re searching the party, and I have a feeling we’re next.”