My heart flutters.
“Come here, Skye,” Cassian says, extending an arm.
I take it, and from the corner of my eye I catch Talon turning away as he heads toward the hospital. He disappears for only a moment before returning with his portable analog music player. He sets it in the grass and starts a slow, sultry melody with no words at all.
“Thought we could use this,” he says, flashing a grin.
Cassian lifts my hand to his chest and presses it right over his heartbeat, steady and warm beneath my palm.
“Dance with me,” he murmurs.
I don’t think I’ve ever been more surprised.
“Dance with you?” I echo, blinking up at him. “Youwant to dance?”
He draws me in anyway, his hand settling at my waist like it belongs there. “I do dance on special occasions.”
A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it. “Wow, soldier boy. If you say so.”
He guides me like my body is already his, like it is only a matter of time before he unwraps it and takes it however he sees fit. He sways us smoothly, turning each step into an excuse to drag me closer until every movement rubs my body against his.
Nothing about it is accidental. He knows exactly what he is doing, and he wants me to know it too. My heart flutters with every step.
“You look absolutely beautiful,” he murmurs against my ear. “Completely delightful.”
My thighs press together instantly.
“Stop this,” I say, but there is no bite to it. “I don’t know what to do when you act like this.”
He leans down, brushing his lips along my jaw.
“Say thank you,” he murmurs.
His breath is hot, and the hand at my waist is even hotter. When I whisper, “Thank you,” he hums with satisfaction and draws me closer until my nipples brush the hard wall of his chest. Then he guides me into a slow, lazy turn, letting my back glide against his front. His hands slide to my hips, steadying me there, while his breath drags over my neck like he has all the time in the world.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, and I do. His cock is thick, already hard against me. “That’s what you do to me just by breathing.”
My knees threaten to buckle, and I can’t tell if it’s from the pressure of him or the way his voice wraps around the words like he’s tasting them.
Then Nathaniel steps into my line of sight and reaches for my hand.
“My turn,” he says softly, and just like that, he takes me from Cassian.
Cassian lets me go with obvious reluctance, his fingertips dragging off my hips in a scrape that pulls a shiver straight through me. Nathaniel draws me close and doesn’t wait for anything.
He kisses me immediately, claiming my mouth and making my pulse stutter. The cool metal of his piercing brushes me in that familiar way I’ve already memorized, and I fucking crave it so hard it makes me lightheaded. When he finally pulls back, the world tilts, dizzy in the best way.
“Aren’t you a bit too impatient?” I tease him.
“I can’t help it,” he replies. “You have that effect on me.”
He moves us in a slow circle, his thigh slipping between my legs. Every shift drags my pussy over the firm muscle there, andI catch on a sharp breath, trying to keep my voice steady through it.
“I meant to tell you something,” I gasp. “I love the type of bad that you are.”
It lands oddly, a little out of place. I’d had an entire speech ready. Something smoother, something that would lay him out in the exact light he deserves in my head. But the second I open my mouth, it all collapses, and this is what’s left in its place.
Still, it stops him for a beat.
