Ten
BPOV
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
His voice is soft, his sweet breath floating from behind me as he says my name. But his body tells the true story of his mind; he is still affected by his encounter with Tanya.
I swallow back venom, pooled in my mouth from anger at just the thought of her being near him. I step back, our bodies fully connecting, his pulse rolling off his skin, under his clothes.
I move our laced hands around to the front of my waist, resting his hand at the spot where my skin ends its display from the deep dip of the front of my dress. His hand is scorching; the heat warms me, the heartbeat calls to me.
"Are you okay? What did she say to you?" I ask, turning my head, angling my voice to him.
He takes a deep breath, relaxing just a little, his sweet smell enveloping me.
"She was flirting. I told her I wasn't interested."
"Let me guess, she didn't take the hint."
"Plain words weren't enough for her."
His head dips, falling to the base of my neck. His warm breath is now on my skin, heating it.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
The moan that escapes my lips doesn't have a chance to be held back.
We start to sway, gently building our movements to the beat flowing through the club.
His body presses impossibly close, his face resting on the exposed skin of my shoulder.
Oh, how I wish he would taste me, push the strap of my dress off and…..
He inhales…deeply.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Can we take a walk?"