Page 19 of Twin Deception

I nodded, tormenting myself with the intimacy that spawned between us as we danced. It was just me and her in this bubble. When she lifted her gaze to mine, the rest of the universe fell away.

“Why not look for you again and again?” I trailed my hand down her side, and even though I’d only done it for an excuse to touch her, a glutton for punishment wanting to feel her, she took it as an invitation to dance closer yet.

Her breasts pushed up against my chest. Her hips bumped against mine, torturing the hard-on I tried to resist.

“The first time I spotted you…” I held my breath as she draped her arm over my shoulder, clinging to my neck. Inches. Fucking miserable little inches. That was all that remained between my lips and hers.

“Yeah?” she asked, licking her lower lip.

Tease. You fucking naughty tease.I couldn’t get enough of this woman.

“The first time I spotted you, it wasn’t enough.” Dipping my head, I shifted my feet so she’d be flush to me. Completely. I lowered my arm to wrap it around her back, securing her in my embrace.

“Hmm.”

She was either an excellent actress, a naïve and clueless woman, or such a damned cool player that I’d met my match. What did that hum mean? What was going on in her mind? Was she going to act coy at a compliment? Was she going to pretend she didn’t care?

A woman slid up close, trying to get in and grind against my side.

Fuck off.

Without looking away from Isabel, I turned and dismissed the other woman. As cliché and cheesy as it might have sounded, I had eyes only for her.

My target. The woman I was supposed to kill.

Again, another woman sidled up too close. And again, I turned away from her and focused on the beauty in my arms. Picking up her free hand, I lifted it and instructed her to lay her other arm over my shoulder.

She didn’t balk. She didn’t protest. Still with that secret smile, she watched me and bluntly said, “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” I held back a growl at her circling her arms around my neck tighter, pushing her breasts up even more. “Is that what you want to know?”

She nodded. “That’s what I said.”

“You won’t ask why I was following you?”

“Same thing.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not.”

“I’m confident I know why you were following me, as misguided and fucked-up as that is.”

Huh.This was getting more interesting by the second. Now wasn’t the time to pick at her question, though.

She licked her lip again, rubbing the tip of it toward one side, like an idle tell of indecision. “I asked you what you want.”

I hugged her closer as we danced, whispering into her ear, “You.”

She didn’t reply as she moved her head just slightly enough that she could see me. The brush of her cheek against mine burned. I wanted to feel that soft, smooth skin everywhere. I wanted to?—

“Explain,” she demanded. Even though it was an order, her shaky breath hinted at her weakening.

“I want you trapped without a way to escape.” I showed her in spinning her toward a column we danced next to. Desire flashed bright in her eyes as I slammed her back against it, caging her there.

Just like my fantasy I’d entertained in the hall outside her room.

“I want you defenseless to protest”—I picked up her hands to trap them over her head—“because you’d be a liar to say you don’t want me.”

Her eyes sparked with ire, flaming instantly at the bold words I said. Beneath anger and shock was that lust, though. Her body deceived her.

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