Damon turns to look at me and freezes. I take advantage of the lighting and walk toward him, keeping my steps steady and timed with the strobe effect so it probably looks like I’m appearing closer to him every few flashes of the purple light.
Damon doesn’t move, his body tense and the glass still clutched in his hand.
I stop when I’m right in front of him, close enough that the toes of our shoes brush.
His dark eyes are wide under his mask, and his plush lips are parted as he draws in quick, shallow breaths that make his chest rise and fall in rapid little bursts.
I have no doubt he can see enough of my face to recognize me, but there’s no change in his expression as he stands there, frozen and staring at me.
The corner of my lips tips up in a smirk, and I don’t miss how his eyes fall to my mouth. Or the way his tongue peeks out when he drags it over his bottom lip.
Silently, I tilt my head to the side like I’m studying him.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his throat works.
Heat rushes to my already hard cock, and my balls throb with need as I remember how that mouth felt when it was wrapped around my dick.
Without saying a word, I slowly walk away, keeping my gaze fixed on him as I head to the back corner.
Damon chews on his lip for a few beats like he’s not sure what to do, but I just break eye contact and keep walking like I don’t have a care in the world.
I don’t turn around to look back at him until I reach the far corner, and when I do, Damon takes a tentative step toward me.
Heat and dark anticipation flow through me as he takes a few more steps in my direction but pauses when a girl with dark hair steps in his path.
He looks down at her and says something. I can’t tell if she says anything to him because her back is to me, but I don’t miss how she grabs his arm when he tries to step around her.
Fighting down a wave of irritation, I slip back into the shadows as he gently pries her hand off him, and after a few more seconds of him saying something to her, she flounces away, her body language clearly displeased.
Damon looks back at where I’m standing. He’s too far away to read his expression, but his confusion is clear when he starts to take another step toward me but stops to look around as he presumably searches me out since I’m hidden again.
I watch as he does a few more of those start/stop steps, and my heart beats a little faster when he squares his shoulders and walks toward where he last saw me, his steps sure and all traces of hesitation gone.
I slip a little deeper into the shadows.
The corner I chose is the darkest part of the room, and it’s far enough away from the bar and the throng of dancers that there’s no one around. It’s as private as you can get in a room full of people, and my heart thuds in my chest as Damon searches for me.
My black clothes and the current lack of black lights help me stay hidden, but I don’t want to be hidden. Not anymore.
I wait until he’s facing the wall, then cut the distance between us in four long strides.
He tenses when I’m a step away from him, like he can sense me approaching, but doesn’t try to turn or step away as I walk right into his space and press my body against his strong back.
The gasping cry that falls out of his mouth is hotter than it has any business being, and the way his body goes taut against mine sends a rush of need through me that’s different from anything I’ve ever experienced, something so much stronger than arousal.
It’s dark and primal and touches something deep inside me. And instead of walking the fuck away and putting a stop to things before they go any further, I press my hands against the wall and cage him against it with my body.
“What—what do you want?” he asks, his words punctuated by another of those sexy gasps that make my dick pulse.
“What do you think I want?” I say in his ear, my voice raspy and rough, like I’ve spent the last few hours screaming at a concert.
“I-I don’t know.” His voice is trembling and barely loud enough for me to hear him over the music.
“I think you do,” I rasp and push my hard dick against his ass. “You know exactly what I want.”
He gasps again, but instead of pulling away or trying to get me off him, he leans back slightly, and the gentle press of his body against mine sends a jolt of pleasure through me as more of that dark desire curls in my stomach.
Moving one hand off the wall, I gently rest it against the base of his throat.
