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Tonight, she might actually crawl into someone else’s bed for a change. If only she could get Tris away from the Foo Fighters-playing-Batman.
She shook her hair back and tried not to let the song sway her from her main objective. Tristan in a room alone. Or maybe out on the veranda to see if his whisky-laced lips tasted just as good as she imagined.
Taking a step toward the men, then another, she stopped when Sparks spoke, glancing away. “It’s fine.”
She took that as her cue to move forward.
“Why, yes, it is,” she breathed into Tristan’s ear. “Or are we not talking about your very fine patriotic ass?” She smoothed her fingers up his arm to the sinewy muscle between his shoulder and neck.
Tristan gave her a lazy grin, but she could feel the tension in his Superman costume-worthy shoulders. “You found me.”
“It’s rude to leave a woman on the dance floor.” She lowered her voice to a purr. It usually helped her to get exactly what she wanted. In this case? She wanted Tristan in her room.
She swallowed down the flutter of nerves and gave both men her sexy siren smile. It worked on stage, it should certainly work here.
Sparks averted his eyes and flattened his palm across the strings of the guitar. The sweet tones of the song immediately ceased and the ambient noises of the party just outside the open door came back into sharp focus. Loud laughter and clinking silverware, lilting voices and playful ones.
But in the study, everything was so very tense. She had no clue why.
Tristan looped his arm around her waist, his fingers playing with her lasso. Those long fingers so close to the stretchy fabric covering her far too active lady playground.
She glanced down at her boobs. Corset, don’t fail me now.
Right before she’d entered the room, Tris had risen from a long leather sofa to loom over Sparks. Now he sat back down and tugged her until she had no choice but to perch on the arm of the couch beside him. Handily, that put his face dangerously close to her chest.
No good could come of that. Then again, good was boring, wasn’t it?
“Sorry, Jules. My buddy gave me sad cow-eyes and I had to come and make sure he wasn’t ready to hang himself by his utility belt.”
“Fuck off,” Sparks muttered.
She fiddled with Tristan’s cape until she had access to the back of his neck. The whorls of hair at h
is nape buzzed under her fingertips. Everything about him was touch-worthy. Soft skin stretched over firm muscles, short strands that urged her deeper into the dense swirls of his longer hair on top. Instead of his usual faux hawk, his blue hair was styled more like Superman with tightly coiled curls. He’d tried to fashion the curl in the front like the iconic super hero, but he’d pushed it off his forehead early in the night.
She didn’t mind. She preferred it away from his sharply-featured face. Only the ridge of his brows hid his gorgeous steel-blue eyes. Intense and lazy at the same time. Ever watchful.
Sometimes she thought they should be golden like a lion. His gaze seemed to skim over her body and face with equal lazy thoroughness.
She swallowed hard when his focus drifted to her lips, then her neck and breasts. Yeah, just like that look. His thumb slid back and forth along her hip bone as he dragged the end of her lasso along her inner thigh.
Beyond wrong. How was she supposed to concentrate when he did that?
Her gaze drifted to Sparks. The intense green of his eyes blazed as he pointedly watched Tristan touch her. His Adam’s apple bounced and his fingers firmed around the fret of the Taylor he held.
Strong, long fingers. Capable of doing many interesting things.
Her breath caught. What the hell?
Heart racing, she clutched at Tristan’s cape. He glanced up at her curiously “Easy babe, you’re going to tear the costume. Thought you might want to use it later.”
She felt the heat rush up her neck and bloom across her face. “Sorry,” she murmured. When the end of the lasso trailed up her inner thigh again, she had to swallow back a groan.
Sparks averted his gaze this time and stood.
Tristan straightened. “Where are you going?”
Sparks trained his gaze over their shoulders. She actually glanced back to make sure no one else was coming their way. It would be just her luck that someone would come looking for her.
