Chapter 2 (PDX's POV)
The cool breeze of the night not helping with the humid topical weather and with bodies pressed closely up against one another my dress clung to me like a second layering of flesh. But with not a care in the world Marissa, Phury, Mary, Jane, Layla, Ehlena and I danced the night away. Songs we've heard before played on drums as we shake our hips to the beat, smiling and twirling around with my hands in the air. Not stopping but slowing my rhythmic turn, I hadn't seen him come in, I would have notice him, his presence demands attention or was that my fantasy dreams driving me to such delusions. I distinctly remember getting into a cab to come to the club and I remember waking up. It wasn't a dream, this time it was truly him sitting there at the bar. What seemed like hours were only mere seconds but the club was a blur behind me, everything stood still and all I could see was him. This had happened so many nights, him appearing into whatever dream I had. This time dream or not I wasn't going to wait for him to come to me, it looked as if he saw me too, but he also looked deep in thought. His eyes were a little more sunken in like he'd dealt with a lot in the past couple months. Not that the last time we were together, my cheeks burning at the memory, had I spent a great deal of time imbedding his facial features to memory, but something was different, maybe it was another dream, but it all felt real as I shouted to the girls I'd be back and made my way through the crowd to the bar.
Only one way to find out, true, walking up to him he still seemed lost in some kind of thought, his dark spiky hair a mess but that tanned skin I just wanted to trial my fingers along his muscles and never stop, licking my lips absently as I make my way through the crowded dance floor. Maybe I'd wake up or once I got up close see it wasn't really him but as I approached him I saw those beautifully mismatched eyes and I almost laughed as "Hey, Quinn, right?" came quickly from my lips. Remembering that's how we met last time, only he had come to me. I never had truly understood that. There were so many other beautiful women at Cat Eye that night. And I must have looked a mess, completely heartbroken after a messy breakup. He had taken me and let me let go like I never had before. He had given me the sexual escape I needed so desperately.
As he looked deep into my eyes I tried to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest. He nodded and his lips lifted into a grin that made my stomach do flips. He was much more handsome than any of my subconscious could have dreamt up. He really was standing right before me, but what to say. Umm hey so you never called not to mention didn't even say good bye, figuring if we started how we did last time it wouldn't be wrong so I asked "Would you like to take a shot with me?" When he nodded again I couldn't resist "Not a talker" and mumbled "you weren't last time either" then I felt his thumb feather over my cheek, the touch sending an electric current down my body and straight between my thighs, even with his hand shaking against my warm cheek. This man did things to me, made me feels things I never knew I could and desire things I never even knew I desired. In his single touch I remembered how his breathe feathered over my flesh and the feel of his soft lips pulling at my nipples. I almost moaned aloud at the memory.
It was as if I wasn't real to him either, almost as if he wasn't happy about seeing me or not sure yet if he was going to run or stay on the bar with me. As his lips dropped open I thought he was going to kiss me. Leaning into his touch, my body burning with a desire to feel his soft lips against mine, closing my eyes and waiting for a kiss but instead hearing him say "You ready to try H this time" with a chuckle. Opening my eyes hoping I hadn't made a fool of myself seeing his smart-ass smile made me laugh. "Sure why not" My pulse still racing as we took the shot together, the slow burn flowing down my throat but my eyes never leaving his. Hoping for the tequila to wash away any uneasiness as he orders us another round not knowing what to say after we finish the second shot so I grab his hand ."Let's dance" I yell over the sounds of drums, pulling him to the dance floor.
The island's humid air making my clothes envelop my every curve, but not like the way Quinn's embrace felt. His touch as our bodies rubbed together felt incredible, so intense I forgot I was here with my friends celebrating my 25th birthday which was still a few days away, how was it this man could make me forget everything else around me. This time though I wasn't planning a repeat of a couple months back, but dancing around and swaying my hips up against his in the outdoor island club up against him felt so right, like where my body belonged, maybe one more night with him wouldn't be too harmful. Our bodies rubbing up against each other, I felt his lips brush against my ear, his teeth nipping at my flesh, reaching for his waistband to pull him flush against me, I could feel his length harden against me.
I felt his need in his rough grip, but my body denied my mind telling me to distance myself, instead I pushed my hips back. The feel of his hard cock through his jeans building a pool of desire between my thighs, his grip tightened as if a warning but my body needed more. What was wrong with me, unable to keep my thoughts as our bodies continued to burn against one another, I turned in his arms as his leg went between my thighs and rubbed against my core. Lust ripped through me as I leaned up to kiss his soft lips. The metal brushing against my mouth as he parted my lips with his. His slick tongue stroking mine, the music could have stopped, hell world war three could have broke out but nothing but his kiss mattered he made the whole world disappear. I felt any wall of protection to not have a repeat of month's prior break down.
The night was coming to an end, feeling slightly dizzy as I ask him to come back to my room. The sadness I saw in his eyes made me reach up and gently stroke his dark eyebrow. Wondering what his thoughts were. Gosh I was sickening to myself. This man obviously didn't want a relationship with anyone, especially not me. Feeling his fingers lace through mine and pull me towards the backroom, I couldn't resist. All of a sudden it was like a haze covered me, his lips melting against mine. His slick tongue dragging down my neck and his large hand pressed my head back into the wall as my body arched into him. A moment of pain then a feeling of him sucking on my neck, it felt so good. My whole body was on fire, lit from the inside out as he…feed from me?
In a complete blessed confusion I tried to speak, but only soft moans left my lips as his hard erection pressed into me. The club around us slowly became dark, I let my body melt against his, for some reason I knew he wouldn't hurt me and I gave myself over. Next thing I knew Jane was in front of me asking if I was okay. Looking around I shake my head "Yes, where's…did you see Quinn?" Her confused expression told me all I needed to know then the splitting headache that came crashing upon me was more than I could stand after having so many shots, rushing past Jane to the ladies room just behind her, feeling sick to my stomach I couldn't ask if she saw him leave. It seemed he had left again without a word, agony washed over me. Was every thought of Quinn going to make my head pound?
The next morning the girls and I woke in the hotel, still not feeling the best I beg for them to keep down the volume as they bombarded me with questions. Asking me if I had got the guys number I was dancing with. So he was there. Doubling over in pain "Must have drunk too much can we talk about this over a greasy hamburger?" I plead with the girls, needing fresh air and secretly hoping to run into Quinn again. The island wasn't too big so hope swelled in my chest as we got ready and left the hotel to find a local food stand.
The days here didn't have much sunshine but the air was warm. As the girls and I made our way through the small island town I couldn't help but look around and be disappointed I didn't see Quinn anywhere. Once we headed back to the hotel the girls got ready to go out again as much as I wanted to join them I just couldn't get myself to stop the constant headache so I stayed back to get a night of rest.