A moment frozen in time.
We’re both slick with sweat. Little beads of moisture run down her neck and disappear into her cleavage.
My gaze dips.
The smile falters.
Our chests are flush together, the swell of her breasts spilling from her dress in pale skin and soft curves, heaving, glistening under the lights.
My lungs are trying to outrun my heart. I’m suddenly starved for her, breathing like air isn’t enough, while she’s hardly breathing at all.
Slowly, my gaze trails back up to her face.
Two baby-blue eyes pop, huge and searching.
A beast howls inside me, triggered by adrenaline, fueled by the undefinable. Every sense is tingling and alive.
I’m trembling. I’m singing. I’m burning.
I’m hard.
I feel my erection straining against tight jeans, my waist bracketed between her plush thighs as her dress inches up to her hips, giving me a glimpse of lavender lace. Her breath catches, and I’m already gone, lost in the heat, the hush, the way she looks at me like she’s one bad decision away from closing the gap and shoving her tongue down my throat.
I wonder what she’d taste like.
Her mouth, her flesh. Watermelon and salt.
I wonder if she’s wet.
My cock jumps, and my hips thrust forward with an involuntary jolt.
I grip her cheeks between my palms, tipping her head back against the wall as my gaze settles on her pink parted lips, and my fingers tangle in long silken hair.
She chokes out a needy sound.
My pulse jackhammers in my ears.
Fuck it—
I lean in.
But the moment shatters when Crowley pokes his head into the room. “You’ve got a visitor, Annalise. Says he’s your fiancé.”
Goddammit.
Fuck.
I drop her like a hot potato.
She slides down the wall and scampers away from me, tugging down her dress, fixing her hair, mechanically tucking it behind her ears. The guys look away, pretending they didn’t see shit as they gather their gear and head to the fridge.
Crowley sings our praises. Everyone shakes hands, slaps backs, hugs like they all scaled Mount Everest and made it back down without a scratch.
A second later, Alex rushes into the room, eager to mark his territory and steal her away.
Annie freezes, fingers curling into her hands. A lump bobs in the center of her throat as she watches him sweep his gaze around the room.
Their eyes meet. He spots her.
