I stared at him, my eyes narrowed as I sifted through the different possibilities, trying to decipher the level of truth in that statement. The amount of liquor in my system didn’t make that task an easy one.
“Is this part of the reason you asked me to look at you earlier?” I asked.
He gave a small huff. “Ask me again in the morning.”
“Okay, I will,” I said, giving him a small nod for emphasis. Detecting doubt on his face, I widened my eyes. “I will.”
Another song came on, one that made my body sing and begged for me to dance.
“I love this song,” I declared, jerking out of his hold and zigzagging through the bar to where a small dance floor had appeared.
Caroline was already there, dancing with wild abandon, her hair flying and her hips keeping rhythm with the pulsing beat.
It had been years since I danced in public. Occasionally, I turned the music up and danced alone in my apartment.
This was different. So much better in every way. You could feel the electricity in the air, taste the vitality as the crowd came alive, carried by the wave of sound and energy.
I put my hands above my head, rolling my hips in a provocative glide as I joined Caroline, the two of us dancing together as the magic in the air invaded, lending each movement a tantalizing promise.
This was what I’d been missing in my life. I felt alive in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time, the pulse of the crowd around me buoying me up and pulling me in its wake.
I caught sight of Liam watching me, a dark light of promise in his eyes, the shadows wrapping around him in a loving embrace.
Brax joined him, the two of them using lethal glares to scare anyone foolish enough to attempt to join Caroline and me as we danced.
Unconsciously, my dance turned seductive, beckoning him to join me. I needed him, wanted him with a sudden ferocity that stole my breath.
I turned as he glided forward. His hands settled at my hips, pulling them against him as he caught my rhythm, rolling his hips against mine.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he whispered in rough voice against my ear.
The sensation sent delicious tingles down my back. Desire rose in delicate waves as I turned against him, letting my chest brush his as I gave him a sultry smile, my fangs peeking out.
“Those are the best kind,” I said, my gaze locked on his lips.
I glanced up at him in invitation, drifting closer, pulled in by his magnetism.
His chest expanded with a deep breath as his eyes turned nearly black with suppressed passion.
Suddenly, I wished we weren’t surround by people, that we were somewhere private and I could indulge in all the thoughts currently running through my head.,
My eyes caught and lingered on the vein in his neck, my fangs tingling. I’d noticed passion for vampires often involved blood in some way. I knew from prior experience just how good he would taste too. The faintest bit of pressure, and the decadent taste of his blood would send me to dizzying heights.
It was a drug I desperately wanted another taste of, even as a voice in the back of my mind warned me of all the reasons I shouldn’t.
I shut the voice off. Tonight was my night. Worry and regret could wait until tomorrow.
I swayed closer, brushing my nose along the side of his neck.
His hand tightened at my waist, squeezing and massaging as he groaned. “I think that’s just about enough of that.”
I ignored him, leaning closer, breathing in the scent of his skin, warm and male and oh so very Liam.
I was up in the air in a dizzying second, his shoulder under my stomach in an instant. I let out a small squawk of surprise.
“We’re leaving,” he said, sounding more composed than I would have guessed he could in that moment.
He took a step and then stopped. “Move.”
