Page 109 of Revolve
“I’d know you anywhere, Sierra,” I say. “Every. Fucking. Inch of you.”
The delicate column of her throat twitches. Something close to a smile lifts her lips before she frowns, her gaze roaming my half-assed costume.
“Did you plan this?” she asks, holding up her Ghostface mask.
“I’m just as surprised as you.”
Scarlett spots me and wishes me a happy birthday. Sierra looks at her best friend, wearing a Padmé costume. “You were in on this?”
“Kian asked if I’d do him a favor. He’s quite persuasive,” she admits.
“Of course he is.”
Scarlett’s smile gets brighter when Kian comes over, slinging his arm around me as his lightsaber digs into my side. “Whoa. What a coincidence!”
We deadpan. Except for Scarlett, who only smiles at him.
“Did you show him?” Kian asks Sierra, and her eyes go wide, her cheeks a little pink.
“Show me what?” I ask.
“Nothing,” they all say. Kian quickly takes Scarlett’s hand and pulls her along.
Then we’re alone again. Well, aside from the fifteen hundred—possibly more—people at this party. Sierra relaxes as she stands with me, but the longer we stay there, the more tension seeps into her posture. She moves to dodge the people bumping into her. I solve her problem by pressing her against the wall, caged between my arms.
We’re both looking at each other like we’re recalling that night. When her soft moans and whimpers fell on my skin, and how my groans felt right against her pussy. My gaze rests on her lips, red of course, and I know they taste that way too. Hot and irresistible.
“Don’t you have a party to host?” she says.
There’s another bout of “Happy Birthday” and pats on the back sent my way when Kian says something over the speaker. My focus doesn’t waver because my racing heart pulls all my attention to the person it’s trying to pry out of my chest for. “Not my priority right now.”
“You sure? There are a lot of people here,” she says.
“I only care about one.”
I watch the goose bumps rise on her skin and how her throat moves when she swallows.
Then my name is called in a drunken slur over the loudspeaker again, and even as the screech of the mic forces an audible groan from the crowd, I don’t turn around. If Kian’s finding me, he’s going to have to drag me away from this, fromher.
“You’re being summoned,” Sierra says.
“Then let’s go somewhere quiet.”
“You want to ditch your own party?” Her gaze darts past me.
When my chest brushes against her, igniting a path straight down, her hand shoots up. She flattens her palm against my pecs, and I let her push me just an inch.
“You’re not thinking straight,” she blurts out as some sort of last-ditch effort.
“Everything could be a blur, and I’d still see you clearly,” I say.
Her chest heaves, and I can’t help but let my gaze drop to her outfit. Short as hell, all black, all mine. I can’t hold back from taking her hand and placing it over my heart. Her eyes darken, and her tongue darts out to lick her red lips.Fuck, she’s perfection.
Then some drunk dude dressed as Patrick Bateman bumps into us. He apologizes profusely before picking himself off the floor and stumbling into the crowd.
“Your choice, Romanova,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers. “Wanna be my getaway?”
Sierra nods, taking my hand and leading me down the hall toward my room.
