I was achingly aware of his hunger.
It poured off him like heat waves, sinking into me, making me crave him until the physical distance between us was painful.
Grabbing the hand he had pressed flat against my stomach, I urged it downward.
"Eva."
His voice was harsh with lust.
I'd been pushing him all night, from the moment I told him my period was over, to the hand job beneath the restaurant table, to the scorching kiss in the intermission.
He gripped my bare thigh and squeezed.
"Open."
I set my left foot on the bottom of the railing.
My head fell back against his shoulder and a heartbeat later, his hand was under my skirt.
His tongue traced the shell of my ear, his breathing hard and fast.
I felt him groan as much as heard it when he discovered how wet I was.
One song blended into another.
Gideon rubbed me through the crotch of my boyshorts, moving in circles, then vertically through my cleft.
My h*ps rolled into his touch, my core clenching, my ass grinding into the hard ridge of his erection.
I was going to come right there, inches away from dozens of people, because that was what Gideon did to me.
That was how insanely he turned me on.
Nothing mattered when his hands were on me, his attention completely riveted to me.
"That's it, angel."
His fingers pushed my underwear aside and two sank into me.
"I'm going to f**k this gorgeous cunt for days."
With bodies pressing in all around us, music pounding over us, and privacy granted only by distraction, Gideon slid his fingers deep into my soaked sex and stayed there.
The solid, unmoving penetration drove me wild.
I ground my h*ps into his hand, working toward the orgasm I needed so desperately.
The song ended and the lights went out.
Drenched in darkness, the crowd roared.
Anticipation weighted the audience, building until the strum of guitar strings broke the heavy expectation.
Shouts rang out, then lighters flickered to life, turning the sea of people into thousands of fireflies.
A spotlight hit the stage, revealing Brett sitting on a bar stool, shirtless and glistening with sweat.
His chest was hard and defined, his abs ridged with muscle.