“You look fucking stunning,” she says, half-hugging me while leaning over the bar.
“You think it will get his attention?” I say.
“Oh, I’m pretty positive.” She leans over and whispers, “I just watched one of the cameras behind you on the wall move to point over here. He’s in his office. Don’t look, but trust me when I tell you, you have his undivided attention.” She winks.
I stifle a smile and decide to purposely sit in a way that exposes my leg well up to my hip.
I take the shot and down the bourbon, letting the liquor give me the warmth of encouragement I need. I turn in my chair and watch the hustle of all the people in the room. Couples huddled together, enjoying a night out. Groups of people just hanging out, and I can’t help but wonder how many will hook up tonight. How many will shoot their shot? How many people are here looking for their soulmate, their true love? The hour passes quickly as I get into a small discussion about bands with the couple sitting next to me.
“Camera is still fixed on you,” I hear Vix say next to me.
I turn to look at her, and she winks before gesturing for me to go to the dance floor. I hand her my purse, and she stuffs it back behind the bar. It’s now or never. Throwing back the last bit of my drink, I let the liquor fuel my confidence.
I nudge through the sea of people to make sure I get a spot up against the rail, and in a direct sight line of a camera. I smile as the beginning synths of “Vessel” by Nine Inch Nails starts to play through the speakers. I close my eyes, letting the music take over. Holding the banister as my hips sway, I drop down, the slits of the skirt exposing my thighs, then back up again as the rhythm takes over.
I look up in the direction of the camera, wondering if he really is looking at me. I get my answer, though, as a few moments later, the same hands that had wrapped around me the last time curl around my hips. The stranger who’d held me, the stranger who’d made me feel the safest I’d felt in months, was here again. His divine scent of musk and man lingers in the air,the same scent I’d had the privilege of being intoxicated by just a few hours ago, when he’s gotten out of the shower. And now he’s behind me.
The memory of him standing in my doorway wearing only sweats sends tiny pleasurable pulses down my spine. He follows my movements, and I trace my fingernails back and forth lazily up and down his forearms. This, this is how it’s supposed to be. His body against mine, and mine molded into his. Two halves of a whole, two souls that have been entwined since the beginning, finally finding themselves together again. It’s like he senses what I’m thinking, because his grip gets tighter, and I can feel his hardness on my backside, igniting the flames inside me that have been left dormant for as long as it took for us to find each other again in this lifetime.
That desperate need to feel every inch of him overpowers me. The urge to taste his sweet lips on mine, the primal need to mark him as mine. His hands slide down, and I interlock his with mine. The electrified intensity of my nerves sending pulses throughout my body makes my breath catch. I feel the weightlessness take me again through the frequency, his body still holding on to mine.
The ash falling from the sky, and the illumination of the crimson mood, set an eerily romantic mood. And right now, in this moment, I don’t care where we are. I don’t care who sees. I don’t care if Jasper is around. I only care about him, and this connection I never want to let go of. I turn around to face him, and find his eyes, which are heavy with lust. My eyes drift between his eyes and his lips.
“It was you that night, wasn’t it?” I whisper.
The intensity of his gaze makes my body hum in anticipation.
“Yes,” he confesses.
“But how?” I ask.
“You brought us here, just like the last time,” he admits, and my brow furrows in confusion. I know he can shift through like I can, so I don’t understand what he’s saying.
Understanding the confusion on my face, he continues.
“I told you, you are more powerful than any of us. I didn’t push through the frequency; you pulled me with you. I had no control.”
Taking in his words, I don’t quite know what to say. Or what it all means.
“You have no idea the kind of grasp you have on me. The way I feel about you. I want to kiss you, feel you,” he declares.
“Me?” I ask again, needing confirmation.
Without warning, he softly brushes his lips against mine. That’s all it takes to tip me over the edge, as flames inside me rise to a full-on inferno.More, I need more.All my emotions are spiraling through my body in different directions as they intensify. I can feel my chest heaving, our breaths mingling with each other. His lips crash into mine, and I know I’m not the only one feeling this. His tongue parts my lips as I let him in. His delicious strokes deepen the kiss as a moan slips from my throat. I slide my hand up behind his neck, and my fingers twist through his dark mane, gripping tightly. A low growl chases past his breaths as he walks me backward until we are pressed against the battered wall of the room. Shavings of old paint and wallpaper release and drift lazily to the ground. Before I can take in the reality of where we are again, his hands roam past the slit of my skirt.
I buck slightly in anticipation. He lightly brushes his fingers against the soaked thin layer of fabric, keeping him from his destination. A futile barrier, as he moves it to the side. His fingers easily slide in, and his thumb works my clit as I gasp.
“Myssa,” he drags out like a desperate plea.
I can’t speak. The sensations he’s causing to pulse through me…it’s too much. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched in this way, and it takes only a few minutes before I’m panting, feeling the urge to teeter over the edge.
His other hand slowly trails up my back, his hand gripping my hair and angling for me to give him access as his kisses move up the side of my neck. I feel his teeth playfully nipping at the lobe of my ear, and a low growl comes from his throat. Desperation laces his tone when he says, “Come for me, Myssa”, and I tip right over the edge, seeing stars. He crashes his mouth to mine again, swallowing my moans of the pleasure he has gifted me with.
After retrieving his hand, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean, slowly taunting me. His stare is primal as he pins me against the wall again, and this time I wrap my legs around him, his hard length grinding me, and I can’t get enough of the friction as he starts to work me up again. Every stroke of him pushing himself against me isn’t enough. I need more. I need him—all of him. His mouth on mine again is making me savage for his touch. I need this. I need the connection of him deep inside me. The sensation becomes overpowering, and the weightlessness pushes us back through the frequency to our world.
Without warning, I hear the music again, and he’s behind me, just like we were when we left. I turn around to look at him, but something has changed, as he takes a small step back—enough for me to ache for his touch. He runs his hands through his hair, and when he looks back at me, the desire that once was there is gone. The crushing blow of what I see now is too much to take.
A look of regret fills his face. His eyes tell me that this was a mistake, this wasn’t supposed to happen. And I can feel the tearsof rejection start to build up behind my eyes, but I refuse to let him see it.
