A slow smile spreads across his face.
God, he’s entirely too attractive. It’s a laid-back sort of sexiness like he doesn’t have to try at all.
I look quickly away from him, putting my attention on the shining table in the far corner. I wonder which one of them is keeping this place so clean?
I can’t for the life of me imagine Rory’s massive body gliding a mop around this room.
“That was incredible.”
It takes time to turn my head back to him. My every move feels sluggish and weighted.
I should probably put this bottle down.
Another drink slips across my lips, and I chide myself once more.
When I do finally look at him, thin currents of electricity spark between his fingertips. He literally holds raw power in the palm of his hand. I don’t know why, but I have the worst urge to touch the gleaming colors that are flickering from one finger to the next.
The lightning reflects against his gaze, turning his pretty eyes into a shimmering crystal-like color that flashes with power. There’s intrigue in his gaze. He looks just as amazed by his power as I am.
His palm splays wide, almost flat but not quiet. The veering lines stretch in his hand. Zapping sounds of energy strike between his fingers.
Before I can stop myself, I slam my palm against his. His power stings through my veins, burning up my arm and striking right through my heart.
“Fuck, Alexa,” his hand gently touches my arm as my eyes clench closed, “are you okay?”
The sparking energy settles quietly within me but I can’t help but think about the way it felt. It was painful but powerful. Strumming jolts start to tingle warmly within me. My eyes flash open.
And then a current of electricity jars through my body. It slashes through me and exits my fingertips. The bottle in my hand flashes with colors of white and blue. It lights up the entire room with bright beauty before I drop it.
The alcohol hits the floor, clattering across the tile with broken glass and amber liquid.
For several seconds, Jameson and I both just stare at the mess I’ve made.
When he finally speaks, I realize the real mess I’ve made.
“How the fuck did you do that?”
I shouldn’t have done that. Nothing good can come of these men knowing something about me that not even I understand.
I leap from the counter. My boots slip against the slickness of the floor. I nearly fall into the glass as I struggle to find a steady balance. Then he’s right there.
The warm feel of his palms on my arm sobers me in a way. He pulls me against him. He steadies me. My fingers push against the smooth skin of his chest and, for a moment, I can’t do anything except stare up into the intensity of his beautiful eyes. An energy hums to life between us. His palms settle low on my back, warm against my skin. I’m all too aware of how loudly my heart’s beating just from his nearness.
“Are you okay?” The low tone of his voice reverberates right through me.
I don’t speak. I can’t manage to say one word. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have been talking to him in the first place and now everything’s a mess.
His head tilts and I find myself mirroring his movements until his lips hover just above mine. He’d be a good kisser. His confidence stems from somewhere. An ache presses through my chest just thinking about the things he could do with his tongue.
I think I’m getting distracted.
“I don’t know what the hell it was that you just did,” his whispered words fan across my lips as he holds my gaze, “but I’m going to trust you.” He pauses and every inch of his body is aligned with mine. His heart beats hard against my chest. “If that power’s something you want to tell the others about, then that’s for you to decide. I’m trusting you.” The sincerity of his voice settles into my chest. “Don’t fuck me over, Lex.”
For some reason, I expect him to release me then. I expect him to saunter away from me just as all the other men in this house have done today.
Except he doesn’t.
He holds me just like that with his eyes shining in such a promising way. No one’s ever kept a secret for me. No one’s ever tried to be my friend before.
