Page 20 of Siren's Salvation

"Got that right."

"Good thing I've got better moves up my sleeve then." He winks, and goddamn if it isn't sexy as hell.

I cross my arms, partly as a defensive gesture and partly to hide the way my nipples have hardened beneath my shirt. "I wouldn't waste your time. I'm not interested."

"Liar." The word is a sensual purr that sends shivers down my spine.

He leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Your body gives you away, darlin'. I can practically taste how much you want me."

I jerk back, my heart pounding. "You're awfully sure of yourself."

He shrugs, utterly unrepentant. "Just calling it like I see it. You want me. I want you. Seems pretty simple to me."

"Nothing's ever simple in this life," I mutter.

Something flashes in his eyes—understanding, maybe even a hint of vulnerability.

But it's gone so quickly I might have imagined it.

"Doesn't have to be complicated," he says softly. "We're both consenting adults. No strings, no expectations. Just two people satisfying a mutual attraction."

For a moment, I'm tempted. So tempted. It would be so easy to give in, to let myself drown in those storm-gray eyes and talented hands.

But I can't. I made a vow to myself, and I intend to keep it.

"Thanks, but no thanks," I say firmly. "I don't get involved with anyone in the club. Period."

He studies me for a long moment, then nods. "Fair enough. Can't blame a guy for trying though."

"I'm sure you'll find plenty of other willing partners," I say, gesturing to the crowded clubhouse. Several women are already eyeing him hungrily.

"Maybe." He shrugs. "But they're not you."

With that, he saunters away, leaving me staring after him and questioning my sanity. What the hell am I thinking, turning down a man like that?

But I know why.

Getting involved with someone in the club is a recipe for disaster.

I've seen it happen too many times—the drama, the heartbreak, the messy fallout that affects everyone.

I refuse to put myself or the club through that.

No matter how sexy Shiver is, no matter how much my body screams at me to throw caution to the wind and drag him to the nearest flat surface... I have to stay strong.

I grab another beer from the bar, ignoring my sister’s knowing look.

Finding an empty corner, I settle in to people-watch and try to ignore the way my skin still tingles from Shiver's touch.

It's going to be alongnight.

The party shows no signs of winding down as the hours tick by.

If anything, it's getting rowdier.

I nurse my beer, content to observe from the sidelines.

My gaze keeps drifting to Shiver despite my best efforts.

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