Page 13 of Something Borrowed

The little time we spent near each other last time was a risk. We need to be careful if we are going to play with fire.

But I want to play with fire.

Us being seen together could literally start a war between our families. The relationship between my brothers and the A’Vara’s has always been sketchy - on the brink of something violent. I’m pretty sure her father would want to tear me apart if he found out I spent a night with his daughter.

I reckon he’d want blood if he found out I was doing nothing more than speaking to her.

Collision is full, wall to wall people, and the music is vibrating against my skin as I stand on the balcony of the VIP section with my eyes scanning across the club for her.

I’m filled with nervous tension. The thick thrumming energy of anticipation that I can’t shake. It’s strange to me to feel this way about a girl.

Something about her has infected my mind and body.

Every moment of every day she is there in my thoughts.

And I’m fine with it.

Verity walks into the club looking like a goddess, dragging my attention onto her to the point where I cannot look anywhere else.

Her black, short dress dips low in the front, almost to her belly button, showing off the carved line down the center of her toned stomach.

A groove from below her breasts that travels between her ribs - I want to trace my tongue over it. All the way down to taste her again.

She glances up at me as though she can sense me.

Our eyes meet and one corner of her mouth curls up into a mischievous grin.

She is here alone.

That’s what I wanted.

However, when she makes her way through the crowd, many people greet her. She is well known here, just like I am. We have to be so careful.

“Hello, Viking.” She smiles, her eyes tracing over my body with suggestion while she bites her lower lip. She steps forward and brushes her cheek against mine. Not the greeting I’ve been waiting for.

I slip my hand around her narrow waist and tug her tight against my body.

Pressing my lips against her mouth I kiss her, her hot breath against my skin. My entire body sparks.

My cock stirs and I wonder how I will make it through the night without fucking her on the couch in our private booth.

Perhaps I won’t.

Perhaps that is exactly what I’ll do.

There is a first time for everything.

“Champagne?” I ask when I step away, taking her hand and looking down at her. Those bright blue eyes teasing me with secrets I want to learn. I want to know everything about her. I want to read her like an open book.

She nods, a soft smile on her rose lips.

The VIP room I’ve booked is a lot more secluded than the main VIP balcony. I lead her to it and pull the heavy velvet curtain closed behind us.

Below us, on the dance floor, crowds of people move in time to the same beat, like waves on the ocean, all flowing in the same direction. I watch them for a second, but they can’t hold my attention. I turn back to her. She drops her clutch onto the table next to the silver ice bucket.

“Excellent choice.” She comments, lifting the champagne to look at the label.

“I only make the best choices.” I say, my eyes on her as I pull her towards me.

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