Page 104 of Start A War (Saint View Psychos)

He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. “Fuck, Bliss. Don’t say things like that. Not here.”

“Why not here?”

“Because everything is different at these parties. There’s no inhibitions. There’s no outside world. I could forget you’re Axel’s little sister and young enough to be my daughter.”

“So don’t look at me then.”

His eyes burned through me. “I fucking want to look at you, Bliss.”

His gaze rolled over me, slow and sexy, lingering on my breasts, my hips, my belly, and then the junction of my thighs.

I didn’t dare breathe. People milled around us, moving toward rooms with their keys clutched in their hands or sidling up to peepholes to watch what other people did behind them.

But all I cared about was Nash and the way he made me feel. I didn’t care that he was older. He was gorgeous and rock-hard beneath his tight T-shirt. His biceps popped. I wanted to stare at him as much as he wanted to stare at me.

He put one hand at the back of my neck and drew me in.

My breath hitched.

His gaze dropped to my lips, and unconsciously, I ran my tongue over them.

His mouth hovered over mine but then changed course, brushing against my ear. “Have sex with someone tonight, Bliss. Because you look way too fucking good in that not to.”

I blew out a breath as he pulled back and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me weak and turned on.

Have sex with someone.

Just not him.

It didn’t matter that he was attracted to me. I still wasn’t enough.

Straightening my shoulders and lifting my chin, I strode back out into the main room. I refilled my tray with drinks, and I did what I’d come here to do.

Work.

Sex was not on the table.

Well, it was. There was a couple going at it right on the table to my left.

But not for me.

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