Page 159 of Midnights
I take her hand, spinning her into the dance, revealing flashes of smooth golden skin. She bites her fucking lip and I swallow a groan.
That familiar scent of vanilla wraps around me, and I know I'm already fucked.
I lean in, close enough that her breath ghosts across my skin. My hand settles low at her back, dragging her into me until there's nowhere else for her to go. Her eyes snap to mine, and the fire behind them is barely contained. She wants to hide it and pretend she's untouched. But I see every fucking spark.
I lean in, keeping my voice low, watching the way she reacts to every inch of space closing between us.
“Has anyone told you tonight just how stunning you look?”
She looks away, her discomfort clear.Don’t you fucking dare hide from me.I catch her chin, tilting her face back toward mine. I’m about to tell her exactly that when something over her shoulder catches my attention. Khloe.
She’s standing near the east door, deep in conversation with a man.
“Wait, Kane?”
My earpiece crackles, telling me someone’s needed at the east door. The door where Khloe is standing.
Perfect fucking timing.
I hesitate long enough to feel that sharp tug pulling me in opposite directions.
The job. And her.
I grit my teeth, taking a step back. I walk straight for the east doors, irritation simmering under my skin. Whoever this guy is, he just ruined a perfectly good moment. And I might throw him out on principle alone.
I catch Khloe’s expression, and the second the guy spots me, he bolts in the opposite direction.
My sister sighs, turning with a shake of her head.
“I had that under control, you assholes.”
I smile, knowing every single person on comms just heard that. “And?”
She rolls her eyes. “If I catch anyone with eyes on him, you’re all fired.”
“You okay?” I keep my tone casual hoping at least someone is smart enough to have eyes on him, despite her threat.
She crosses her arms, unimpressed. “I don’t need my brother and all his men swooping in every time someone asks for a dance.”
I say nothing, waiting for her to keep going.
She grins, looking out toward the ballroom. “Besides, it looks like you’ve got your hands full anyway.”
Then, with a wink, she turns on her heel and disappears into the crowd. I already know I’m going to regret letting her walk off that easily.
Cam’s laughter crackles over the earpiece, full of that infuriating amusement only he can pull off. I ignore him, watching as he veers toward the girls, blending into the crowd.
I tap my earpiece. “Can you have the band playEnchantedby Taylor Swift? Thanks.”
I exhale, clenching my jaw.Fuck it.“Hey, Princess.”
Smooth.Real fucking smooth.
“Hey, Princess?”She echoes, lifting a brow. “We are absolutely going to talk about this, just not during my song.”
Then, like a switch, she releases a breath, closing her eyes. A slow smile spreads across her face. “I’m having a magical evening, by the way. Thanks for asking.”
Oh, I fucking bet she is.
