The realization makes my eyes sting with emotion, but I blink it away, ending the set with my infamous sultry slow back bend.
The curtain falls as the crowd goes wild for me, but for the first time in possibly ever, there’s only one person whose adoration I seek. I’m so fucked.
I hurry backstage to process all of this, and before I’m even in the dressing room, Specter’s hand is on my arm. I twist to facehim, and the hungry, desperate look in his eyes unravels any remaining self-preservation I was clinging to.
“You are magnificent,” he whispers.
Swallowing hard, I close the space between us until our chests are pressed together. I’m going to get body glitter on his black sweater, but he can deal with it.
“Show me.”
He searches my eyes, his lips parted. “Can I?”
“You said you would worship me.” I brush my fingers under his stubbly chin. “So do it.”
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t him dropping to his knees in front of me. He runs his rough hands up my bare legs before bending his head to kiss the top of my foot.
Fuck. Is he for real?
He rises slowly, his arm sliding around my waist to keep me close. “Not here.” Specter’s large hand cradles my chin delicately, like I’m a fragile piece of china, and as his eyes heat with desire, he leans in and simply brushes his lips against mine. He moves away, and I chase after him, desperate for another taste.
A slightly smug smile tugs at his lips, but I’ll allow it. I’m so hungry for him that I don’t even care that he knows what he’s doing to me.
I slam my mouth into his, but he quickly takes control, slowing the kiss to something so deep and sensual, I can feel it in my toes. My lips part to allow him access, and when his tongue touches mine, a moan escapes me.
His mouth tastes clean and crisp, like I imagine fall would taste if it were a flavor. His body heat consumes me as his hand moves up my bare back and rests on the base of my neck. He’s close enough that I can just feel the outline of his cock through his pants, and the friction of it against my nude skin is delicious.
“Cashmere,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”
My brow creases with confusion. How can he be so surewhen I feel like I’ve jumped into the deep end without knowing how to swim?
Specter breaks the kiss and I whimper. I fucking whimper. What is this man doing to me?
“How long do you have to stay?”
“I have a second performance at ten thirty.”
“And then?”
“I can probably leave after that.”
Specter searches my eyes, his lips parted and damp from my kiss. “I don’t have the words for what you do to me, but thank you. You won’t regret saying yes to me.”
“Are you going to fuck me tonight?”
“That’s up to you, gorgeous. You’ll ask me for what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“It’s that simple?”
“It’s that simple.”
Specter bends his head and brushes his lips over mine again. The contact is brief but filled with promises of more, and even though a part of me is absolutely terrified to let this man in, I’m pretty sure I don’t even have a choice anymore. I need to know.
Even if it destroys me.
CHAPTER 15
Specter
