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Chapter twenty-seven
Mayor DuPont let me go and took a step back, smiling a tight smile when he looked at Chandler. “Of course.” He bowed to me again. “It was a pleasure.” I got the sinking feeling he didn’t feel the same about Chandler.
I returned his smile as Chandler moved in and circled his arm around my waist.
The melody fell deeper into a somber flow.
Chandler pressed my body against his, easing his thigh between mine. My heart pounded like a drum, matching the intensity of the dark notes.
And then he let me go.
For a second, I thought he was going to walk away and leave me standing alone in the middle of the dance floor. I held my breath, waiting for it, even. Until he swayed his hips to one side in a figure-eight-type motion. It was subtle to the eye, but I felt the quiet power of his movement between my thighs.
“I’m starting to think it’s a bad idea to leave you alone,” he said, moving his hips again.
I’m starting to agree with you.
I moved with him, our bodies centimeters apart but moving in perfect rhythm as if they were joined together.
He held one hand up in front of mine, still not fully touching me, like a regency dance from a Jane Austen novel or that epic Damon and Elena scene inThe Vampire Diaries. I was lost in his burning green eyes, hopeless. Electric energy swallowed up the space between us. No one else mattered.
Chandler held my gaze as his hand glided over my arm, to my shoulder, then down my back. His hips rolled forward, pushing mine back with nothing more than sheer will. Slowly, reverently, his eyes followed his movements as he outlined the curves of my body without ever touching me. Like there was some unseen forcefield keeping him from closing the half-inch gap between his palms and my skin, or like I was this holy, perfect thing that couldn’t be tainted. His un-touch trailed over my ass, along my hips and up my sides, stopping right beside my breasts. With every vibration of the cello strings and every stroke of the piano keys, I quivered from head to toe as though I was the instrument being played.
God. I felt himallover me.
I wanted him to touch me.
Please, just touch me.
We were literally dancing around a truth begging to be set free. I just needed the courage to say it out loud.
I tilted my head up to face him. “Why won’t you touch me? Are you worried what will happen if you do?”Are you afraid you’ll break like you did last time?
He took a step to the side, and my body followed without hesitation. We were like magnets drawn together, inseparable. But that was what Chandler was—an undeniable force.
His dark eyes searched mine. “I’m not. But you should be.”
I sucked in a breath, my pulse thundering in my ears.
Chandler leaned in, sinking his fingers deep into my hair as he pulled my face to his.Finally.He bent forward, forcing me to arch my back until I was almost in a full back bend. It felt like I was freefalling into oblivion, where things like etiquette didn’t exist.
We stayed like that while the percussion of the classical beat vibrated from the floor all the way through our bodies. My dress split open, letting me feel every flex of his thick thigh through the thin fabric of my panties.
When he pulled me back upright, my soft body collided with his hard one.
“Because the next time I touch you,” he said, and a wild hunger flashed in his eyes, untamed and feral. “Reallytouch you, all bets are off.”
He pressed a hand at the small of my back, his hard cock rubbing friction against my clit while he moved with the music. My throat closed up, making it hard to swallow.
His mouth hovered over mine, so close that when he ran his tongue over his bottom lip, I tasted hints of the champagne he’d been drinking. “I’m not the good guy here to whisper sweet things and make you feel good. I’m the devil who will push you down onto your knees in the middle of this room full of people and fuck your pretty mouth until you can’t breathe. Then I’ll bend you over one of these tables, bury my dick in your ass and watch your hands grip the edge until your knuckles turn white and you’re begging me to stop.” He ran the tip of his nose along my jawline, inhaling a deep breath. “I want to fuck you until you bleed, Princess.” He rubbed his thickness against my throbbing clit.
He stroked my cheek with one finger as his eyes studied my face. “I want to ruin you until your soul is as dark as mine. And then… I want to own you.”
My mouth dried, and my breath felt heavy. His words were primitive and vulgar, and I should have been disgusted, but I ached, throbbed,needed.
“I should get some air,” I whispered, breathless.
His gaze dug into me and his hand slid from my cheek. “You do that.”
