All eyes are on the band while the area fills with an electrical charge that flows through the air, flicking from one person to the next, connecting us all with the lyrics he sings and the energy heperforms with. This gorgeous man is a magician who has us all under his spell.
My breathing becomes shallow as I rise and make my way through the crowd. I stand in the middle of the dance floor, right at the front, so I can fully appreciate his magnetic power. He’s drawing me in, and I can’t help but watch. His ripped jeans, his barely-there shirt, that leather jacket, the sweat pouring off his skin, and the heat in his eyes as he devours the lyrics are nothing short of captivating. His voice is working its way into my core. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced as I get lost in the licks of the melody.
I chew on my lip nervously while my legs clench together to dull the ache that has formed while watching Danger. His slick moves and deep, gravelly voice only enhance my experience as I get lost in a trance, losing myself in the moment.
They’re about halfway through playing a set, and they’re flawless. You wouldn’t even know they’ve been on a break from performing or suffering from the jet lag they must have. These guys are so pitch-perfect that the energy flowing through the room is exhilarating. The sounds reverberating through my chest make my heart pump faster as the melodies and solid beats of their metal rock sound pulse through my veins.
I’ve always loved this style of music, but this—their sound—is amazing. How they haven’t hit it big before, I’ll never know. His voice is so hypnotic, I’m unsure what this song is about. Hell, he could sing the alphabet right now, and I wouldn’t care, nor know, because I’m so focused on what his voice is doing to my body.
He was fucking right, though. The women love him, and goddammit, he’s a master at making me want to fuck him while he sings. All I can think about is how he’s caressing the mic stand, and I can’t help but feel envious of an inanimate object. How I wish his fingers were caressing my skin like that andteasingly edging up and down my side as he kisses me sensually. I want to feel what it’s like to have him pulsing inside of me while I dig my nails into his back. Right now, I wonder if the skin underneath that shirt is completely covered in tattoos, like his neck, arms, and the design on his face.
I’m betting every inch of him is covered. I’m also betting more of him is pierced than just his tongue. I like my men a little rough. Hell, I’ve grown up with bikers. I’m used to tattoos and dominance.
I crave it.
When he sings the last of this song, I feel the need for him to touch me. I’m not sure if I can hold out tonight. There is a very good possibility that I’ll end up back at his hotel with him. I might be letting go. And I might let myself feel something for another man.
What harm could it possibly do?
He ends the song and spots me in the middle of the dance floor, staring up at him. He smirks and hops off the stage right in front of me, our bodies almost touching. He’s breathing heavily from his performance, andI’mbreathing heavily from watching him. I can’t contain myself any longer, so I jump up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and cling onto him, thrusting my lips to his. He’s tense when he holds me like he’s shocked by my actions, but he quickly recovers and kisses me back, gripping his fingers into my ass. His tongue ring glides against my lips, and as I pull back, I look him in the eyes with a smile.
“Like the show?” he asks.
I smile and nod. “Can I come back to your room?” I ask forwardly.
His smile falters, and his face turns serious. “You wanna come back to…talk?”he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I shake my head slowly from side to side while chewing on my bottom lip. “I don’t want to talk. I want to forget. I think you want to forget too. I think we should help each other with that.”
He takes a deep breath while his cock hardens against my pussy where it’s pressing against him. “I can handle a night of forgetting.”
“Good.” Leaning in, I kiss him again, and his mouth connects with mine, his tongue dancing along to an imaginary rhythm. A flutter starts in my belly, sending butterflies into a flurry. A slight buzz of electricity threatens to fizzle in the air around me.
I could seriously kiss this man for hours.
Danger’s kisses are hypnotic.
He pulls back with a deep, guttural groan. Then he gently pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “I gotta pack up, but then you can come back to the hotel in the van with us if you like?”
I slide down his body until my feet hit the floor. “Don’t take too long. I don’t want this buzz to wear off.”
He leans in, pecking my lips again, then races back to the stage. Exhaling at the thought of being with Danger, I go find Techie to tell him I’m not coming back to the clubhouse tonight, where I find him flirting with a blonde at the bar. Rolling my eyes, I glance at him, and Techie spots me. Then, he walks away mid-sentence from his conversation with the blonde. Her eyes widen in surprise, and her brows knit together in a fierce scowl as he abruptly stops mere inches from where I stand.She thinks he’s ditched her to go home with me. Truth be known, Techie wouldn’t have gone home with blondie anyway, not when he has an array of club girls to choose from back at the clubhouse.
“Having fun with the bimbo?” I quip.
He raises his eyebrow. “Huh?”
“The blonde… you know, the girl you were just talking to?”
He shrugs and lets out a muffled groan. “Oh, her… forgotten about her already. She’s a stage five clinger. I was looking for an out anyway,” he tells me.
I let out a fit of giggles.
He looks at the stage where Danger and the guys are clearing their gear. “So you and Danger, huh?”
“Yeah. I’m ah… gonna go back to the hotel with the band. After-party and all that. Okay, for me to stay out tonight?”
Techie cocks his head. “Lunar, you donotneed to ask my permission. You’re not Steel’s girl, and you can stay out if you want to. Have fun. Be safe. If you know what I mean?” He winks with a smirk, and I smack his chest playfully.
