And I do.
I play along because she’s right, we have no other option. This is it, and while it’s scary, it’s also invigorating to know what she tastes like and how she feels in my hands.
Her body curves into mine like she’s the poetry and I’m the notebook where it belongs. My hands find her waist, my fingers brushing against the skin just under her top like a quill pen ready to spend infinity gliding along the smooth surface.
Not once have I missed how attractive she is. I noticed it the very first time I saw her. It’s one of the reasons I don’t understand why it was so easy for Webber to let her go. He hadthisbut would rather hook up with those girls he’s been bringing around?
Fucking idiot.
My teeth nip into her lip, and I swear I hear her moan under the club music. There’s a hint of alcohol on her lips, but it’s the vanilla flavor there that has me moving a hand up to the back of her neck and bringing her closer.
Commotion comes from beside us. She doesn’t let me pull away but snakes her hands into my hair. She scrapes my scalp with her nails, enticing a groan to tumble up my chest and my blood to travel south. My dick stirs to life because why wouldn’t it? She’s beautiful and sexy and has a knack for drawing me in. My mind snaps back to her body, and I halt my desires because…
This isn’t real.
Even if it feels like it could be.
Still, security could yank me away at any moment.
I keep playing along.
I gently pull her hands from my head and twine them against the wall above her. For someone who was worried about being seen, she isn’t so much anymore. Now, she’s a prisoner to my moves and lets me maneuver her without a word. And that asshole thought she was interested in him? If she had been, she wouldn’t have been so tense. She would’ve melted into him like she is me.
My nose brushes against hers when I suck her bottom lip into my mouth before pulling away and trailing kisses along her jaw. Sweat clings to her skin, but I don’t give a damn. I’d lick her clean if I could. Taste every last inch of her.
My question is a murmur in her ear when I eventually pull away to catch my breath. “They gone?”
“Bathroom,” she says breathlessly. “One went into the bathroom.”
No longer riddled with anxiety and fear, but completely relaxed, my mouth finds its way back to hers. I let go of her hands, tickling the pads of my fingers down her forearms.
We kiss until we know we’re safe.
After my day, this is exactly what I needed; something, or rather, someone to get lost in.
When she rears back, taking that warmth with her, and says, “I think they’re gone,” I know this all-consuming sense of captivation and magnetism I have for her will never fade.
TWENTY-ONE
VIOLET
With Colson’shand in mine, we keep our heads down and dart for the rear exit of the club. I remember using it once freshman year when Everleigh was being creeped on by some guy at the bar and we needed a more discreet getaway than going out the front.
“I hope you know where you’re going,” he says in my ear, his breath too warm for my liking after what just happened in that stupid little hallway by the bathrooms. It only makes me want to clench my thighs together in need with each step, and right now, my head needs to focus on getting us the hell out of here.
I wasn’t thinking straight when I dragged him behind that wall and convinced him the only option he had was to make out with me so security didn’t recognize him. I also didn’t expect he’d taste so good. I had no clue his tongue on mine would make me feral for more, which puts me in quite the predicament. I try to push the underlying desire away as I curve down a hall in the back of the club and find the glow of the exit sign above a door at the end of it.
“Text Sebastian,” I tell him. “Let him know we’re out back, and he’ll know where to find us.”
“I saw him go for the entrance. I think he left.”
I push the door open, sighing in relief when it doesn’t signal an alarm. The night’s cool air hits me, and it’s more refreshing than the time I drank water out of Fletcher’s bathroom faucet.
“He didn’t leave.” I’m sure of it. “Before I dragged you away, I told him to cover for us. He said he was going to slow down security long enough for me to think up a plan.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.” I twist around and watch as he runs his hands through his hair. A mix of concern and elation, looks past me at our surroundings. Out here, the alley is narrow, but there’s enough space for a car to fit down it with dumpsters off to the side. It definitely lacks the appeal of Lucy’s entrance, but I was too nervous security would pluck Colson from my grasp if we went that route.
