Page 9 of Hearts Storm

I can’t tear my eyes away.

My focus is entirely on her—the way she moves, the way her eyes light up when she laughs with her friends. One of which clocks me staring before leaning in to yell something in her ear.

Recognition flashes across the angel’s face, followed by a look of surprise, eyes going wide when she sees Brex sidle up.

“Hey.” He nudges my shoulder. “You’ve been staring at her for the past ten minutes.”

Barely flicking me a glance, she smiles at her friend, then turns her back to us and keeps on dancing.

Eyes on her, I down half of my drink, trying to cool the heat flooding my veins. “She’s the same girl from last night.”

“No shit.” Per usual, easy confidence radiates off Brex as he grins. “I recognized her the second we walked in. This is fate, bud.”

I shoot him a look. “Seriously, Brex? Fate?”

“Yeah. The universe is giving us a second chance.” He downs the rest of his drink and sets the glass on the bar. “We gonna go dance with her or what?”

“I’m good for now.”

“That’s cool. I’m down to warm her up.”

Brex confidently makes his way across the dance floor, nudging up behind her.

My jaw tightens as he slides his hands over her hips, pulling her against him. The possessive way he’s touching her makes something primal stir. I should look away, but I can’t deny the way she’s responding to him.

She spins in his arms, and I catch her smile—the same wicked grin from last night. She glances over at me from under her lashes, challenge in her ice-blue gaze, an invitation that instantly has my cock rock hard.

When the music shifts, Brex tucks her tight against him. Petite frame pressed against his muscular one, his hands roam lower, settling on her thighs with a grip that makes my fingers itch to touch her too.

The way she’s moving against him—her eyes occasionally drifting over to me—is pure torture. I should go, claim my share of her attention, but something holds me back.

The possessive look on her face when our eyes meet again breaks my resolve. “Fuck it.”

Setting my empty glass down on the bar, I push my way through the crowd.

Brex gives me a knowing crook of an eyebrow over her shoulder as I sandwich her between us.

Her body heat radiates over me as I push in close. I can feel every curve, every stuttered breath she takes as her scent—sweet and intoxicating—fills what little space is left between us.

I wonder if her pussy tastes as good as she smells?

Brex’s eyes meet mine over her shoulder as he murmurs in her ear. His words, similar to ones we’ve used before, have me giving him a subtle shake of my head.

Understanding passes between us. He knows what I want.

Tonight, she’s mine.

I’ve never claimed a woman like this before. Been this fucking greedy. But there’s something about her that makes me possessive in a way I’ve never felt.

Maybe it’s the unmistakable flash of electricity we had between us last night, or how she turned her back on Brex, leaving him stunned and begging for more. Whatever it is, all I know is that I need to feel her. Touch her. Be inside her.

The quick flash of disappointment in his eyes is gone almost as quickly as it appeared. Giving her one last squeeze, hands raised in surrender, Brex steps away.

As he disappears into the crowd, my hands settle on her waist. Her eyes widen slightly, lips parting as she looks up at me.

“So.” Her voice is breathy. “Just you and me, huh?”

“Just you and me,” I confirm, pulling her closer. The music shifts to something slower, more intimate.