Instead, they went heavy lidded, and a sensual smile curved her lips. Like she’d known he was there. Like she’d been waiting all night for him to show up.
He got hard right then and there. Four women rubbing against him hadn’t done a thing, and one half smile from her and he was raring to go.
He stared at her, too transfixed to care about disguising the desire that was probably written all over his face. He’d done enough chasing after her though. He’d straight-up run the last time they saw each other. This time, she could come to him.
And he knew by her smile that she was going to.
He didn’t try to pretend he hadn’t been dancing with the other women. In fact, he let her see what he was doing with the girl in front of him so she would know what she was missing, inviting her with his eyes to come take that woman’s place.
He forgot about the fact that he’d met her in a park and seen her hiding behind a building outside his work. Nothing struck him as strange about it, and he felt no desire to ask who she was or how it was possible for her to have run into him three times in the span of a week.
Instead, his attention stayed laser focused on her as she began working her way through the crowd toward him, anticipation pounding through his blood along with the bass and alcohol.
The closer she got, the more he saw of her, and the more he wanted her.
Beneath the hem of her short dress, wide hips joined curvy legs that went on forever. She was tall, just under six feet maybe. Her breasts were full, her cleavage on display in that strappy little dress.
The women Raum had been dancing with sensed he was distracted, and they faded into the crowd with their friends. He liked that about club chicks. They just wanted to have fun. If you weren’t fun, they were outta there.
And then it was just him and Mystery Girl.
She reached him just as Eva triggered the next beat drop, the high notes of her violin singing over top of the thumping bass.
Those over-large dark eyes seemed to reflect every light in the club, and the prominence of her nose gave her a regal face. In that perfect white dress, she made him think of some desert princess from long ago.
The longer he stared, the more determined he grew to possess her.
She kept smiling at him, the two of them standing with only a small space between their bodies. He didn’t smile back.
“Hi,” she mouthed. It was too loud to hear her voice, but he watched her lips form the word and got even harder. Who was she?
He held out a hand. She looked from it to him and placed her palm in his. He curled his fingers around hers, a spark of electricity dancing up his arm from the contact.
He pulled her against him. The beat pounded into them, lowering their inhibitions. Or maybe they would have done this anyway. It felt like they’d been headed here from the second he’d seen her in the park.
She draped her arms over his shoulders, and his hands landed on her hips, his fingers tightening against soft flesh.
They started to dance, and he forgot the world.
He forgot Meph and Iris, and he forgot to care that he wasn’t with Meph like he’d always been when he partied. He forgot that Eva was on the stage. He forgot he’d been frustrated and restless and unsettled for the last four hundred fucking years since he’d lost his memories.
He forgot everything except her, her body moving like sin, her smile so wide it overtook her face. He swore it shone like the sun.
She piled her hair on her head again as she turned, moving an ass against him that was too perfect for words. He knew she could feel his hard-on through his jeans, but she was right there with him. She cast him a sultry look over her shoulder and ground against him more.
Bending her knees, she slid down his thighs and then slowly rose again. On her way up, her ass rubbed against his erection, and only the pounding music disguised the groan that poured out of him.
He gripped her hips and pulled her against him, aligning their bodies from front to back, wrapping one arm around her waist to cage her in. Using his height, he leaned over her, turning his face into her soft hair.
She tipped her head back, looking over her shoulder at him. Their gazes met, and he suddenly had to kiss her.
One hand on her hip, he spun her with a firm grip. Her eyes widened, and he saw rather than heard her gasp as she landed back in his arms, her front pressed to his.
Their eyes met again and he bent, hovering over her lips, hesitating before they touched so she would understand what he wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.
He pressed his lips to hers, and suddenly, they were making Meph and Iris look like preteens at a chaperoned school dance.
He tangled a hand in her thick hair—freed from its braid tonight—and she gripped his shoulders like she was holding on for dear life. He shifted his thigh so it pressed between her legs, holding her against him with a tight grip on her ass, her core so hot he could feel it through his clothes. She moved against him, and he ground his thigh against her, suddenly dying to make her come right then and there on the dance floor.
