Page 98 of Beyond the Blue Horizon
A statement made.
A claim.
Mine.
But I wasn’t. I couldn’t be.
That didn’t mean relief didn’t batter through me the moment he pulled me against the hard, rigid lines of his body.
Desire flamed and shivered through my insides. It was so obvious I was sure Theo could feel it pulse against his palm that he had splayed over the small of my back.
My senses were consumed by him.
Mossy woods and worn leather and the faint trace of sweet whiskey on his breath.
A sound akin to a growl rolled through his chest and up his throat as he spun me away from the stranger and wound his free hand into my hair.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing to me? Making me feel like I’m going to come out of my skin at the thought of another man touchin’ you?” Theo’s voice was a raw rasp, and he began to move with the music, guiding me deeper into the roiling mass.
“I think it’s you who’s destroying me.”
Blinding me.
Hypnotizing me.
The man a dark spell that had been cast.
He moved faster than I could process, and he shifted around so he was behind me.
Air heaved from my lungs at the sudden change in position, his hot, dangerous body plastered against my back.
He looped an arm around the front of my waist and the other was still wound in my hair. He tilted my head to the side and exposed my neck.
He pressed his lips against the sensitive flesh as he ground himself against my ass.
His cock was huge and hard.
Need skittered beneath my skin, and all the oxygen scattered from my lungs.
It was nothing like I’d felt when the stranger had done it.
Out of control, I rolled against him.
Wondering what it would be like to give intothis.
This want that throbbed and pulsed and begged to be acknowledged.
“No, Piper, it’s you who’s got me,” he murmured up and down my neck. “You who’s driving me out of my fuckin’ mind. The way I can’t stop thinking about you. Way I can’t stop dreaming about you. What it would be like to disappear into the sanctuary of this body.”
He spun me again and pinned me to his front. He clutched tight to my hip, and his fierce jaw was clenched as if he were searching for restraint.
He angled in closer. His aura all around. “All while I want to pick apart your beautiful mind to discover everything that you are. And I can’t fuckin’ go there.”
His confession dumped a bucket of ice over my head, and I froze in his grasp.
Because we couldn’t. We absolutely couldn’t.
Stumbling back, I broke the connection. My breaths were raspy and my head was spinning. People still writhed and thrashed around us while I just stared up at this man who’d gained the power to demolish me.
