He points. “Right there.”
“I still don’t?—”
He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me against him. I’m now overly aware that I’m touching his torso. That there are only a few layers of clothing between us.
Devlin doesn’t seem to notice because with laser-beam focus he says, “Him. Right there.”
The only thing worth paying attention to right now is the fact that our crotches are lined up. But somehow my gaze tracks to where he’s pointing. “You mean the guy who looks lonely?”
“Exactly. You see he wants to dance with her.” He points to a petite blonde.
“How do you know?”
“Watch.” Sure enough, the wizard keeps glancing her way. “See?”
My face is pressed against Devlin’s rock-hard chest. “Yes,” I say, my cheek smooshed. “I see.”
Every few seconds the wizard glances up shyly, but when the blonde tries to make eye contact, he looks away.
Devlin drops his mouth to my hair and runs his hands down my shoulders to my elbows. He murmurs in a voice that makes chills wrap around my spine, “With your power you could give him a touch of confidence, Blair, just enough so that he’ll ask her to dance. You could nudge him into believing in himself.”
His hands tighten on my elbows. I’m overly aware of how we’re pressed against one another, how I haven’t touched him like this in years.
Pressure builds between my legs, and he exhales into my hair. He starts to slide his hands down to my waist, but I pull away.
The spell of Devlin is broken. “But that’s forcing my power on someone I don’t know. It’s wrong.”
He blinks like he’s waking up from a dream. It takes him a moment before he slides a hand down his cheek and shakes his head. “You’d be offering that man a gift. Maybe something that would change his life forever.”
“Yeah, right. This power doesn’t work like that.”
“Have you ever tried?”
“That’s not the point.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “That’s the whole point.”
“It’s a curse,” I argue. “I would give anything to wish it away.” I drop a hand onto the railing. “Since you hate your mystery power so much, maybe you can wish yours away, too.”
He doesn’t laugh. Instead he tips his head toward the sky as if he’s actually contemplating it.
And it’s sexy as hell. It’s been too much—the physical contact with him, the dancing, thetalking.Most of all the talking.
I need to get out of here. I take a step back, but his hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist.
“Oh!” Surprise unravels inside me, sending a pulse of energy ripping up my spine. “What?”
Devlin nods to a star. “Make a wish. Anything you want. Make it, and I’ll do the same.”
Has he gone nuts?
I don’t know because his expression is unreadable. It’s all clouded and shrouded in dark Devlin energy. It’s kind of alluring, actually. I might like this dark Devlin.
Snap out of it, Blair!Devlin is the devil. All you gotta do is rearrange the letters of his name, throw out the N and it’s right there staring you in the face. D-E-V-I-L.
I haven’t said anything, so he glances at me with those hazel eyes of his, the gold flecks in them shining. My body becomes a puddle.
“Make a wish,” he commands gently.
