All he sees is me, and all I see is him. I haven’t stared at Devlin this long in forever. This is more intimate than being with him, moving with him like this, it’s like we’ve become one, and when I look at him, I can see all his vulnerabilities. He can’t hide from me, and I can’t escape him.
We’ve found our rhythm now, and we’re fluid, dancing as one. I instinctively know what he’s going to do before he does it, and I’m right there. There’s no stumbling, no falling and no barriers between us.
The heat of his gaze (yes, there’s heat, girl, an inferno of it!) sinks into my skin. He’s all I see, all I know, all I want.
My breath comes quickly. I can’t get enough air into my lungs because he’s sucking it up as quickly as I inhale it. He dips me one last time and the music stops.
I lift my head and stare at him, and the connection I feel is like a rope’s been tied between us, knotting us together so tightly that there’s no space to breathe.
What in the world has happened?
Devlin slowly lifts me, both of us keeping our gazes locked on the other. I feel such a connection that I don’t dare inhale or think or even blink because I’m afraid that this thing vibrating and humming between us will be lost.
“Devlin, I?—”
And then the crowd explodes in applause and I’m snapped out of whatever I was going to say and I’m back in reality.
He slowly tears his gaze from me, and it feels like I’ve been cast out into the cold of outer space, facing away from the sun and life.
He flashes the crowd his mischievous grin and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. “Smile. I think that did what we wanted it to.”
But what hadIwanted it to do? Charm Storm? Now my brain’s totally fogged up. I can’t stop thinking about kissing Devlin and how he made my lips burn. Not like someone threw Tabasco on them, but more like burned with desire.
And then that dance. It was sooooooo hot! So hot that I need to add about a thousando’s to thes. My hormones are doing all kinds of dancing in my pants, and Devlin looks yummy delicious.
Maybe my biological clock is ticking. That would explain why I’ve clearly suffered from brain damage and want to mate with someone as terrible as him. When hormones take charge, they win over all rational thought.
Me cavewoman. Me want to make baby. You man. You seem good enough.
Ugh. My brains must have spilled out of my head when Devlin was spinning me.
Before I get a chance to scour the floor for them, a shock wave hits me, sending a pulse zinging to my fingers and toes.
My mind opens and I’m suddenly tangled in bedsheets. I’m being kissed and I’m kissing back. A hand skates over my breast and doesn’t stop until it dips between my legs.
It’s dark in the room, so I can’t see his face, but I feel his weight on top of me and how much I want him.
He breaks from the kiss and sits up. Moonlight slashes across his face, the face of?—
The scene vanishes as quickly it appeared, and it takes a moment for me to realize that I’d just seen my first vision.
Wow. That was trippy.
And now I’m horny.
“Blair,” a masculine voice says, “you were incredible.”
I glance up at Storm, who’s standing in front of me, clapping slowly, a small smile tugging up one corner of his mouth.
My gaze darts to Devlin, but he’s not looking at me. “Um, yes. Thank you.”
Storm does a little bow. It’s very romantic. “Would you like to dance?”
Devlin’s still not looking at me. He’s talking to some guy I don’t recognize. But he must be listening, because his arm slips out from around my waist and he turns to face the man fully, putting his back to me.
My heart gives a little shudder as I tip my chin up to Storm and smile. “Sure. I’d love to dance.”
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