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“Phantom of the Opera. It suits you.”
Fuck. I couldn’t resist leaning into her touch.
“Aren’t you going to talk?”
I shook my head. No. I would only stutter.
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” she announced low enough, only I caught her words during a brief lull in the music.
A new song began, and the crowd let out cheers, swaying to the popular beat. My chest expanded as I drew in a breath, mesmerized by the young woman who captivated every free thought in my head.
She made me want to be wild and free. To live in the moment and enjoy every second. This feeling I had whenever she was near began to overtake me. I didn’t want it to go away.
Everything about her pulled me in, sucked me into a dark void I didn’t want to escape. The way that she talked without a filter or a fuck. The way she laughed that made my heart race. How she seemed as in tune to me as I did with her, like two magnets that couldn’t resist the force drawing them together.
Heather began to move with the beat. Sensual. Graceful. A smile tugged on her lips as our eyes met and locked. She didn’t break the connection, holding me captive.
With every sway of her hips, as she danced, I began to resurrect and come back to life. Like the black hole I’d been living in couldn’t contain her and spit us both out. Energy zipped through the air. An electric current flowing back and forth between us fed on the connection.
I feel so fucking alive.
Death and darkness didn’t own me in that moment.
When her eyes darkened with emotion, I eliminated the tiny distance that remained, closing the gap.
I had to touch her.
My arm slid around her waist, tugging her closer. With the other hand, I grasped her chin, tilting it up so I could reach her mouth. The party faded. The intense feeling coiled my body tight as my chin dipped.
Heather danced slower, pressing closer to me. The way she felt against my body was as addicting as any drug. As seductive as a high that I couldn’t quite reach. The heat of her skin brushed against mine, and I had to force myself to breathe. Fuck. Her hips moved to the base as the music drowned out the others around us.
“Wild raven,” I whispered. “My avenging specter.”
She must have been able to tell what I said even if she couldn’t hear it. “Phantom. Stalker. New kid,” she teased.
I wasn’t sure if she could see my smirk behind the mask.
That first impression when we met was etched into my mind. It wouldn’t stop popping into my thoughts. That fucking black dress and her braids. The knife she wasn’t afraid to use. The badass way she took control.
Her mouth fused to mine before I could finish the train my thoughts had been on. They derailed as her warm lips pressed to mine, and her tongue teased the seam. I opened for her and let her tongue duel with mine, fisting her hair as I groaned.
More. I needed more of her. I didn’t think I could ever get enough.
Maybe it was the way she kissed. Fuck. Like she wanted to devour me. Or maybe it was how she tasted that fogged up my brain. My cock hardened, and I knew she could feel how she turned me on. My brain and dick buzzed with lust, need, and a selfish, possessive vow to make her mine.
None would have her but me. Not after tonight.
I pulled slightly on her hair, separating us an inch as my lips moved against hers when I spoke. “I’m so fucking addicted to you.”
“I feel the same.”
She did? I wasn’t expecting that, but I sure loved the idea that she couldn’t get enough of me, either. Were we young and running on fuel spurred by lust, hormones, and the loss of our inhibitions? Sure. But just because we were teens didn’t mean we both didn’t understand what connecting to another human like this meant. To feel the need buzz along your spine and groin. To ache with want.
Maybe that all-consuming drive to fuck each other until only the pleasure remained and forced the darkness away rode us both hard. I couldn’t say for certain, but I knew I needed Heather like oxygen for my lungs.
She grabbed my hand and waved to her friend, who shook her head with amusement. Heather led us away from the party, heading out into the desert. The wild howl of a coyote echoed across the brush covered flat ahead of us.
Heather didn’t stop until we reached an area that formed a small crater, providing a sparse amount of privacy from a wall of cacti. She didn’t say a word, reaching for the hem of my sweatshirt. We removed it together before I tossed it to the ground.
