He leaned back against the bar and pulled me with him so I was on my toes, my body flattened against his. His hand came up and twisted in my hair like he did when we were alone, not like we were the focus of hundreds of eyes and mammoth amounts of vampire extra sensory perception.
Then he spoke. “It’s part of it.”
“What’s the other part?”
His hand twisted deeper into my hair and his mouth came to mine. “We’ll leave that for later, shall we?”
I wanted to say no, we shall not.
But far more agreeable, acquiescent, hopefully annoying Leah wouldn’t have demanded an explanation.
And anyway, I didn’t get a chance.
He kissed me.
He did this too in the same way he’d do it when we were alone.
In other words, it was a deep, open-mouthed, tongues tangling, make me breathe heavily, fiery shot right between the legs kiss.
Further, there was something different about it, better, more intense, almost overpowering but in a really good way. I knew intuitively it was because he’d marked me. I knew it was because our bodies were attuned. I didn’t know how and I didn’t understand what that meant, I just knew it affected me physically in a way that shook me to my soul.
When he lifted his head, I found I was hanging on, beyond my toes, straight to my tiptoes. My front was pressed deep to his, the fingers of one hand curled on his shoulder, the other wrapped insistently around the back of his neck.
“I f**king love the way you kiss,” he growled again like we weren’t in a jam-packed, vibrating, vampire club. The almost feral rumble of his growl slid through me, making my toes curl.
That’s when I felt it, the buzz, the undercurrent that was focused on us had shifted, intensified, become rapt. I felt eyes on us now and I knew they weren’t furtive.
The heat hit my face just as the danger permeated my consciousness.
“Something’s wrong,” I breathed.
His face took on that inquisitive look again as he studied me then he replied, “Yes.”
“What is it?”
His eyes lifted, moving across the room.
I registered impatience, frustration then stony resignation in his expression before he answered, “It’s time for me to be good, pet.”
This made no sense whatsoever but before I could ask another question, he’d moved us again to our original positions, his hand with my glass coming in front of me.
I took it, lifted it to my lips and sucked back a healthy sip mostly because I needed it.
I should have taken a larger sip because his mouth came back to my ear and he asked, “Do you want to dance?”
My eyes shot to the writhing dance floor and my legs wobbled.
There it was. To be Obedient Leah, I was going to have to do something I really didn’t want to do.
“If you want to.” I tried to sound respectful and subservient like his wish was my command but I wasn’t sure I accomplished this feat.
My fears were proved correct when I felt his body move with his chuckle at my back.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Leah.”
We didn’t?
Boy, that was a first.