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to
match the colour of the top. Her clutch matched too. She shook her
head. Where had he gotten all of this
stuff? She wondered, shrugging on a little
cropped jacket a lot like the one she had at home.
Avery tried not to shiver
at Brennus’ approving regard as they got ready to leave. He wore a
black cashmere jumper that moulded to his well-defined body. With
all the delicious things she was starting to notice about him, the
scar was beginning to fade into the background. She wasn’t sure if
she even saw it now.
They ended up
at a club downtown she had never gone to before. It was a lot
smaller than 4.0 and it was in a basement, but the DJ had good taste in music.
At first she felt awkward walking into the club with Brennus.
People stared and Brennus had to hold her hand and infuse that calm
over her so she wouldn’t hyperventilate. Inside, the staring
continued, following Brennus as he left Avery at the edge of the
dance floor to get drinks. He was back in record time and she shook
her head in bemusement as her gaze took in the crowds around the
bar. I’m not even going to
ask , she thought as she sipped her JD and
coke. As they watched the people on the throbbing dance floor, the
music teasing Avery, twitching its fingers on her hips and urging
her towards the main floor, she wondered if Brennus even enjoyed
this kind of dancing. Sure, he liked holding her close and swaying
to the lilt of good old Paul Weller… but R&B, hip
hop…?
When she finished her
drink, Brennus took her glass and dumped it on a nearby table with
his own. Then he was taking her hand and leading her into the
throng of figures. His strong arms caught around her waist, nudging
up the silk of her shirt so his fingers brushed her bare skin. She
sucked in her breath as goosebumps exploded in ripples across her
flesh. Her heart raced harder, faster as he drew her into the heat
of his body. She had her answer.
Brennus knew how to
dance.
The music was like a
drug. She forgot who she was. Who he was. That he scared people.
That people were staring. Instead she slid her arms up across his
chest to lock around his neck, enjoying the way his eyes flared
with heat. It was enthralling to have someone with his power in her
control.
Seconds later Avery
wished she had never dared that arrogant thought.
As his hips caught hers,
their bodies sliding across one another, she realised he wasn’t in
her control.
His head dipped and he
brushed a tentative kiss across her lips.
She was in
his.
Avery groaned and tugged
him back, pressing her lips harder against his gorgeous mouth,
widening her own invitingly. He took the invitation with a
dangerous growl that shocked her, his kiss deep, his tongue dancing
with hers in the most carnal make-out session she’d ever had. As
she felt the press of him, felt his excitement against her hip,
Avery curled into him, her fingernails clawing into his skin as if
afraid he wasn’t real. She deepened the kiss. It was wet. Hard.
Aggressive. So not her. Yet she’d never felt more like herself. His
hand slid down her back, stroking the sensitive dimples on her
lower back, his other sliding up, his thumb stroking the underside
of her breast. Her needy whimper purred against his mouth and
Brennus broke the kiss abruptly. They both stared wide-eyed at one
another, struggling to draw breath. Avery’s whole body was on fire
and she knew by the heat in his dark eyes, Brennus’ was feeling
that burn.
Oh my God, she stumbled
back a little. What the hell was she doing?!
“ I um… I’m
going to get a drink,” she muttered, knowing somehow he could hear
her.
He nodded tightly, his
gaze unwavering. “I’ll have a beer. I’ll be back in a
minute.”
Brennus brushed past her,
blurring through the crowds.
Avery exhaled, pressing a
hand to her chest where her heart beat a rapid tattoo. “I’m
officially losing it,” she whispered and made her way towards the
bar.
For some
reason Avery seemed to have whatever magic Brennus had,
match the colour of the top. Her clutch matched too. She shook her
head. Where had he gotten all of this
stuff? She wondered, shrugging on a little
cropped jacket a lot like the one she had at home.
Avery tried not to shiver
at Brennus’ approving regard as they got ready to leave. He wore a
black cashmere jumper that moulded to his well-defined body. With
all the delicious things she was starting to notice about him, the
scar was beginning to fade into the background. She wasn’t sure if
she even saw it now.
They ended up
at a club downtown she had never gone to before. It was a lot
smaller than 4.0 and it was in a basement, but the DJ had good taste in music.
At first she felt awkward walking into the club with Brennus.
People stared and Brennus had to hold her hand and infuse that calm
over her so she wouldn’t hyperventilate. Inside, the staring
continued, following Brennus as he left Avery at the edge of the
dance floor to get drinks. He was back in record time and she shook
her head in bemusement as her gaze took in the crowds around the
bar. I’m not even going to
ask , she thought as she sipped her JD and
coke. As they watched the people on the throbbing dance floor, the
music teasing Avery, twitching its fingers on her hips and urging
her towards the main floor, she wondered if Brennus even enjoyed
this kind of dancing. Sure, he liked holding her close and swaying
to the lilt of good old Paul Weller… but R&B, hip
hop…?
When she finished her
drink, Brennus took her glass and dumped it on a nearby table with
his own. Then he was taking her hand and leading her into the
throng of figures. His strong arms caught around her waist, nudging
up the silk of her shirt so his fingers brushed her bare skin. She
sucked in her breath as goosebumps exploded in ripples across her
flesh. Her heart raced harder, faster as he drew her into the heat
of his body. She had her answer.
Brennus knew how to
dance.
The music was like a
drug. She forgot who she was. Who he was. That he scared people.
That people were staring. Instead she slid her arms up across his
chest to lock around his neck, enjoying the way his eyes flared
with heat. It was enthralling to have someone with his power in her
control.
Seconds later Avery
wished she had never dared that arrogant thought.
As his hips caught hers,
their bodies sliding across one another, she realised he wasn’t in
her control.
His head dipped and he
brushed a tentative kiss across her lips.
She was in
his.
Avery groaned and tugged
him back, pressing her lips harder against his gorgeous mouth,
widening her own invitingly. He took the invitation with a
dangerous growl that shocked her, his kiss deep, his tongue dancing
with hers in the most carnal make-out session she’d ever had. As
she felt the press of him, felt his excitement against her hip,
Avery curled into him, her fingernails clawing into his skin as if
afraid he wasn’t real. She deepened the kiss. It was wet. Hard.
Aggressive. So not her. Yet she’d never felt more like herself. His
hand slid down her back, stroking the sensitive dimples on her
lower back, his other sliding up, his thumb stroking the underside
of her breast. Her needy whimper purred against his mouth and
Brennus broke the kiss abruptly. They both stared wide-eyed at one
another, struggling to draw breath. Avery’s whole body was on fire
and she knew by the heat in his dark eyes, Brennus’ was feeling
that burn.
Oh my God, she stumbled
back a little. What the hell was she doing?!
“ I um… I’m
going to get a drink,” she muttered, knowing somehow he could hear
her.
He nodded tightly, his
gaze unwavering. “I’ll have a beer. I’ll be back in a
minute.”
Brennus brushed past her,
blurring through the crowds.
Avery exhaled, pressing a
hand to her chest where her heart beat a rapid tattoo. “I’m
officially losing it,” she whispered and made her way towards the
bar.
For some
reason Avery seemed to have whatever magic Brennus had,
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