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Blowing out the breath I’ve been holding since she walked out of the kitchen, I reply, “Let’s go.”
It earns me a gentle smile at least, and before we reach the front door—with Christopher and Wayne following behind us—she slows down and takes my hand with a squeeze. I swear my fucking chest is going to explode with the way she’s looking at me with wide eyes and a light pink blush tinting her cheeks.
Pulling my baseball cap out of my back pocket I shake it back into shape before putting it on. “You’re stuck to me, got it? Where you go, I go. At all times, Cass.”
Nodding, her smile widens until her perfectly straight teeth peek through her lips, and I can’t hold back my own smile. She’s got this ability to disarm me in a way that no one else can.
By the time we’re all packed into Wayne’s Range, Fleur has a smile on her face and the couple of times our eyes meet across Cassie, she doesn’t look like she wants to stab me with hot daggers.
“Rules for tonight,” Wayne announces when we’re half way to the rave. His eyes flash to mine, but before I can read him, they dart back to the road ahead. “Stay together, especially the two of you girlies back there. If I can’t see you, you’re not safe. Any trouble and we’re out of there.”
That’s directed at me and Christopher and the nod he gives us each in turn is confirmation. As if my stomach wasn’t already in anxious knots, my heart tightens like a fist in my chest, and the only thing I can do is hold on to Cassie.
Her intake of breath is audible when my hand rests on her bare thigh. Her skin is so soft and hot that it feels like it’s melting into mine, and when my thumb strokes down to her knee, her reaction is evident as goose bumps pimple across it.
God, I can’t help but wonder how she’d react if I moved my hand higher up. Shuddering like she can read my thoughts, she exhales at the same time as she moves closer, her thigh presses to mine and she turns to look at me with her teeth biting into her plush pink lip. Every time she looks at me I have to ask myself how the fuck she exists. How is it possible for someone to be that beautiful and not fully grasp it?
Resting her hand over mine, her fingertips trail up to my wrist and then trace the lines of my tattoos. All I can do is watch the way she rolls her lip between her teeth until the gloss is completely gone. It’s so red and juicy all on its own, that just the thought of biting down on it myself, has my dick pressing to the fly of my jeans.
My grip tightens around her thigh and the hitch of her breath has my own quickening and my heart galloping so loudly in my chest that I have no idea how no one else can hear it.
It’s only when the car stops, and Fleur opens her door that the cold air manages to break us out of our trance. My dick is throbbing, and her chest is heaving as her thighs press and rub together, and the only thing I want to do right now, is take Cassie home and fuck her.
I want to fuck the breath out of her. The need to lose myself deep in her is unlike any other I’ve felt. Its intensity goes beyond all the resentment I’ve held onto so tight over the years.
And fuck, that’s a scary realisation. Because up until this moment the only constant feeling I’ve held onto is the loathing I have for my father. That was the only thing I was
willing to sacrifice myself and the family name—I’ve worked so hard to keep clean—for.
Not anymore though, because looking at Cassandra like this, with her honey eyes boring into mine, I can’t think of anything that’s worth more than her.
Chapter 11
Cassandra
Wayne’s watching us with eager eyes. He hasn’t moved from the corner he’s situated himself in for the last hour. Christopher has found Arabella, and they’ve disappeared somewhere into the crowd that’s squeezed into the abandoned Underground station.
The platforms are gone so that it’s all one level and the tracks have been covered with shallow plywood structures.
A couple of old tube carriages have been turned into bars. It’s dark, grungy and it’s getting hotter by the second.
Like Wayne, Leo is on high alert, and so tense that he feels like a granite statue behind me. With his hands on my waist and me pulled tight into him, I can feel every dip and curve of his body on mine. And although I know it’s not because he’s about to get down and dirty with me, I wish, I can’t help that my entire body is buzzing and everything below my waist is tightening.
God, I want him to dig his fingers deeper into my flesh and I want his lips on me again. I don’t even care that we’re in a crowded place and in plain sight.
The strobe lighting makes it impossible to tell how close people are, let alone what they’re really doing.
“Will you relax?” Turning to face him, I growl into his ear, almost knocking his cap off his head.
His warm, earthy scent fills my lungs as I trail my hands over his arms to his shoulders and then wrap my arms around his neck. His touch feels so good as he loosens his hands around my waist and traces up my back slowly.
Heat blazes from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as I tilt back and the flat between my hips presses to Leo’s groin.
The strobing blue light with the shadow from the baseball hat makes his green eyes look like a stormy lake. Wild, and so deep, I could drown in them.
“Bullseye, remember?” I think he’s trying to soften his words with the press of his lips to my forehead, but really, all it does is bring him closer and I have to swallow down the urge to press my body so flush to his that my heart might leap to his.
“Let Wayne do his job, and you can…” My mouth dries as the words form in my thoughts before I say them. And with that, the air around us thickens, making it hard to breathe as his eyes study my lips closely. I pull his cap off, and when he takes it from me, my fingers tangle in his hair before I say, “You can touch me again.”
