“Watch this part of the show,” he murmured.
I leaned back against him, my head resting on his shoulder. On the stage, the beautiful Isis discovered her murdered husband’s body. She whirled her hands, golden light swirling to represent her magic. The special effects guys deserved a medal.
Osiris’ body was revived and made whole. The lovers kissed like the world was ending. Suddenly, gauzy sheets of white fabric rolled down from above, shrouding the actors and turning them into silhouettes. The fabric was near-translucent, making the scene look like a dream.
Behind the screen the couple moved, their shadows forming into one. They kissed passionately, hands moving over each other. It was clear they were undressing each other.
A shot of desire hit my belly. The actors’ beautiful bodies were outlined, moving sinuously against each other. Osiris laid Isis back on a bed, then his head between her legs, her back arched. Her throaty cries filled the theater.
Heat rushed over my skin and my breathing quickened.
It was so easy to imagine that it was me and Bastian. I shifted, and felt his hard cock beneath me. I wasn’t the only one affected by the sensual performance.
“I thought you’d like it.” His deep voice rumbled in my ear, then he bit my earlobe. One of his hands ran down my body like he owned it.
“Bastian…”
“I love it when you say my name like that. Like you need me.”
“I do need you.” In more ways than one. In ways that scared me.
He ran his fingers up my thigh, between my legs. He deepened the pressure, running the pads of his fingers along the seam of my pants.
My lips parted and I lifted my hips. Hot anticipation ran through my body.
His mouth found my neck, kissing and nipping. Seducing me.
Everything about this man called to me. He made me feel wanted. Cared for.
Safe.
Then he flicked open my pants, and his hands slid inside my panties.
With a husky cry, I lifted my hips. He stroked me. On stage, the silhouettes showed Isis riding her husband.
I wanted that.
I wanted Bastian inside me. I wanted to feel the stretch of him inside my body. I wanted to ride him and give him pleasure.
I wanted to know he was mine. If only for a little while.
He slid two fingers inside me, and I rocked against his hand.
“God, I love how responsive you are,” he gritted out.
“I never have been before,” I panted, tipping my head back.
I saw that he liked knowing that. I was getting close. On stage, Isis and Osiris found their releases, their tangled moans filling the theater.
Bastian thumbed my clit. I exploded.
I jerked in his hold, the pleasure swamping me. His mouth caught my cries as I rode out my climax.
Afterward, I didn’t feel relaxed and contented. I spun, straddling him.
“I want you. No more waiting. No more interruptions.”
Even in the shadows, I saw the desire in his face. His cheekbones looked sharper, his gaze hotter.
