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earlier, obviously not wanting to be here but determined to enjoy herself all
the same. Then she’d boldly met his gaze.
A long time ago, he’d been caught in one of the summer storms that
ravaged his country from time to time. Before it hit, the air had a bite to it
that snapped at his skin, the only warning before the skies opened up,
releasing a deluge, and the thunder had boomed loud enough that he still
felt it rattling around in his bones from time to time.
Even as his ten-year-old self had been sure he was going to die,
something had risen in him in response. A savagely defiant beast that would
not go quietly into the night. A part of Theo that never went to sleep again
after that night.
Looking down from the VIP lounge and seeing her raise her chin as she
took him in…
It roused the same feeling inside him.
Theo cut through the dance floor with ease, searching for her. She might
play at the chase, but she wanted to be caught. There had been no mistaking
the interest—the need—written across her face as she moved between him
and Galen. Add in the flash of defiance that prompted her to lay this
particular gauntlet at his feet, and Theo couldn’t have walked away if he’d
wanted to.
He sure as fuck didn’t want to.
A hand on his arm stopped him. He glanced back at Galen and followed
his friend’s gaze to the VIP stairs. The woman in red stood there, that single
damn eyebrow raised as if she was disappointed by his response time. He
approached slowly, enjoying the view.
She really was something. Her short red dress teased the senses,
clinging to her breasts and hips and ass, painting a picture he wanted
nothing more than to unwrap at his leisure. She’d left her long dark hair
down, and his fingers twitched against the need to tangle there, tilting her
head back for better access to her mouth. And what a mouth she possessed.
Lips sinfully curved and made for pleasure. Combined with the way she
moved and, yeah, she was fucking perfect.
Exactly what he needed to get his mind off the clusterfuck his life had
become.
More importantly, to get Galen’s mind off it.