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Iris
And what do you do with cake like that? Put it back?
Fuck no. I like to take off most of the frosting, licking as I go. And then I eat it.
She doesn’t respond, but I can see her, staring at the mini, her mouth slightly parted, and I can imagine her blushing. Though, where she’s standing, she’s too in the shadows.
The desire pulsates in the air.
I like to save the best for last.
I want to cross to her, to touch her. Taste those lips again.
Iris
The best?
Oh yeah, that sweet, lickable center.
Her brother heads in my direction. He’s not looking at me, his gaze is on the redhead who’s making her way to Iris.
Still… I put the mini away and turn, moving into the shadows, ready to head to the middle barge and its second level where the bites and the drinks come and go from. It’s the only triple decker barge.
But he catches the redhead and steers her away, and when I turn back, I don’t see Iris.
She’s gone.
Fuck.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Iris
Every part of me shimmers and flickers with a light, similar to the sea of lanterns inside and out.
I knew it. Knew he was here, even before his message lit up my mini.
I hug it to me, a thrill rocking me.
His gaze on me was like a live thing, warming, exciting, something I yearn for. My kiss I gave him, the one he returned rolls over me from within my memory.
It’s more than that.
It’s him.
All that height, muscle, the sculpted cheekbones and mouth. The piercing dark eyes that glow with the blue similar to Emmie’s. Those tattoos. A man of such strength and his touch is nothing more than gentle. To his child. To me.
But what would it be like if he used it on me, his strength, to pin me down and take whatever he wanted.
Beneath the cake-like skirt I press my thighs together, hard, to stop the moisture there, but all it does is send desire shooting up my center, my clit.
He’s silent, yes, but in that silence are so many words, so much life, and his messages on my mini?
I try to breathe, to calm myself as I move away through the people, away from my brother who’s got hold of Quinn, to where I see Mari.
She takes one look at my face and holds out my drink as music floats in the air, threaded with chatter and laughter.
