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He guides us over to a corner of the club and, as if everyone knows exactly who he is, they part, giving us plenty of room. The music playing is a sexy remix with a good beat. Lincoln reachesout for me, his fingers landing on the curves of my hips, and pulls me close, so our bodies are almost touching.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and we sway to the music, our eyes locked on each other. The song playing transitions into another, and then another. I couldn’t tell you how many songs we dance to, or which songs are even playing. Time seems to stand still, everyone else disappearing, leaving only Lincoln and me and our bodies moving and grinding in perfect rhythm with one another.
Lincoln pulls me close, so our bodies are flush, and runs his nose along the curve of my neck, only the tip grazing my flesh. “Vanilla,” he murmurs, getting my signature scent correct. “You smell delicious.”
We dance like this for several songs, neither of us speaking, instead, allowing our bodies to do the talking. But then a gentleman taps Lincoln on his shoulder and whispers something into his ear, and I’m reminded of where we are.
Lincoln nods once and the gentleman walks away, and then his eyes are on me. He opens his mouth, and I hold my breath, hoping whatever he was told won’t affect the chemistry that’s sizzling between us, but then his eyes glitter with regret, and I know he’s about to walk away.
He gently shakes his head, and I want to beg him to tell me what he was about to say. But before I can get a word out, he bridges the tiny gap between us that he created when he was tapped on the shoulder and leans in, his masculine scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket on a cold night.
I stay still, waiting to see what he’s about to do, knowing deep down, this is the end. He’s about to tell me goodbye and walk away. I can feel it.
His warm lips press against the sensitive spot just below my ear, and my entire body reacts in the best way possible. With other guys, being touched filled me with dread, but right now,histouch is causing my belly to tighten and the area between my legs to clench. My nipples are hardening, and my heart is beating rapidly behind my ribcage.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly into my ear, forcing my eyes to flutter shut in disappointment. “I have to go, but Ireallyenjoyed this dance.” And then he’s gone.
A few seconds later, I open my eyes and glance around, and it’s as if he was never here. I stand frozen in my spot, until Raelyn joins me.
“Holy shit, you guys were so hot together,” she says. “I thought flames were going to explode from your bodies.”
“Not hot enough, apparently,” I say, my body still buzzing with electricity.
“Wait, he left?”
“Said he was sorry and that he had to go but he enjoyed dancing with me.” I release a harsh breath. “Let’s get out of here.”
Raelyn’s brows shoot up to her forehead. “Seriously? You’re leaving, just like that? Maybe he had to take care of something and will be back. What if?—”
“I can’t do this,” I blurt out. “It’s for the best that he walked away.”
“Why? Did he make you feel uncomfortable? If you’re not ready?—”
“No, no.” I shake my head. “He made me feel the opposite. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.” After what I went through, I thought the idea of sex would always turn me off...Until now.
“Okay, then why the hell aren’t you going after him?”
“Because this was a stupid idea. I spent years crushing on him and then several more years making it a point to get over him. I accepted that there would never be anything between us—that our relationship would always remain platonic. But tonightproved otherwise. The way he looked at me, with heat and desire in his eyes.” I sigh, wishing I could’ve snapped a picture and captured that look forever. “If I sleep with him, if I actually go through with it without freaking out, where will that leave me?”
“One step closer to taking your life back,” Raelyn says.
“I can’t do it. I can’t be with him and then walk away. I can’t sleep with him and then pretend like it never happened. Let’s go.”
“How about we go to the bar and have a drink first?” she suggests. “Once we leave, you might not be able to get back in, so let’s think about this rationally.”
“Fine, but having a drink isn’t going to change anything.”
We sidle up to the bar and each order a drink. I expect Raelyn to drone on about why I should be chasing after Lincoln, but instead we sip our drinks quietly. When our glasses are both empty, and we’ve paid our tab with cash, she turns to me and says, “Now that you’ve calmed a bit, are you sure you want to leave?”
Do I want to leave? No. But is it for the best? “Yes, I’m sure.”
Without giving Raelyn a chance to argue, I drop a couple bills onto the bar top to leave a tip and then get off my barstool, pushing through the throng of people who are dancing, flirting, and kissing—some are doing a lot more than that—determined to get out of here. I’m halfway down the hallway, near the entrance, when I run straight into a hard chest that nearly knocks me over. But before I fall on my ass, strong hands grab my hips, keeping me upright.
I’m about to push him off me, but I notice the hazel eyes, strong, clean-shaven jawline, silver mask—Lincoln.
“You’re still here,” he says.
Maybe I’m projecting, but his words almost sound relieved.
