Reflected in You(56)

It was impossible to see from where I was, but I knew his eyes were a brilliant emerald green, his face was ruggedly handsome, and his killer smile revealed a dimple that drove women crazy.


Tearing my eyes away from him, I looked at the other band members, recognizing all of them.


They hadn't been called Six-Ninths back in San Diego, though.


They'd been called Captive Soul then, and I wondered what had led to the name change.


"Good, aren't they?" Gideon asked with his mouth to my ear so I could hear him.


He had one hand on the railing and the other around my waist, keeping me pulled up tight against him as he moved to the music.


The combination of his body and Brett's voice did insane things to my already raging sex drive.


I closed my eyes, focusing on the man behind me and the unique rush I'd always felt while listening to Brett sing.


The music throbbed through my veins, bringing back memories - some good and some bad.


I swayed in Gideon's arms, desire pounding through me.


I was achingly aware of his hunger.


It poured off him like heat waves, sinking into me, making me crave him until the physical distance between us was painful.


Grabbing the hand he had pressed flat against my stomach, I urged it downward.


"Eva."


His voice was harsh with lust.


I'd been pushing him all night, from the moment I told him my period was over, to the hand job beneath the restaurant table, to the scorching kiss in the intermission.


He gripped my bare thigh and squeezed.


"Open."


I set my left foot on the bottom of the railing.


My head fell back against his shoulder and a heartbeat later, his hand was under my skirt.


His tongue traced the shell of my ear, his breathing hard and fast.


I felt him groan as much as heard it when he discovered how wet I was.


One song blended into another.


Gideon rubbed me through the crotch of my boyshorts, moving in circles, then vertically through my cleft.


My hips rolled into his touch, my core clenching, my ass grinding into the hard ridge of his erection.


I was going to come right there, inches away from dozens of people, because that was what Gideon did to me.


That was how insanely he turned me on.


Nothing mattered when his hands were on me, his attention completely riveted to me.


"That's it, angel."


His fingers pushed my underwear aside and two sank into me.


"I'm going to f*ck this gorgeous cunt for days."


With bodies pressing in all around us, music pounding over us, and privacy granted only by distraction, Gideon slid his fingers deep into my soaked sex and stayed there.


The solid, unmoving penetration drove me wild.


I ground my hips into his hand, working toward the orgasm I needed so desperately.


The song ended and the lights went out.


Drenched in darkness, the crowd roared.


Anticipation weighted the audience, building until the strum of guitar strings broke the heavy expectation.


Shouts rang out, then lighters flickered to life, turning the sea of people into thousands of fireflies.


A spotlight hit the stage, revealing Brett sitting on a bar stool, shirtless and glistening with sweat.


His chest was hard and defined, his abs ridged with muscle.


He lowered the height of the microphone stand and the piercings in his nipples glittered with his movements.


The women in the audience screamed, including Shawna, who jumped in place and gave an earsplitting whistle.


I totally got it.


Sitting there as he was, with his feet propped on the rungs of the chair and his muscular arms covered in sleeves of black and gray tattoos, Brett looked insanely sexy and extremely f*ckable.


For six months nearly four years ago I'd debased myself to get him naked every chance I could, so infatuated with him and desperate to be loved that I took whatever scraps he threw me.


Gideon's fingers began to slide in and out of me.


The bass kicked in.


Brett began to sing a song I'd never heard before, his voice low and soulful, the words crystal clear.


He had the voice of a fallen angel.


Mesmerizing.


Seductive.


And the face and body to enhance the temptation.


Golden girl, there you are.


I'm singing for the crowd, the music's loud.


I'm living my dream, riding the high, But I see you there, sunlight in your hair, And I'm ready to go, desperate to fly.


Golden girl, there you are.


Dancing for the crowd, the music's loud.


I want you so bad.


I can't look away.


Later, you'll drop to your knees.


You'll beg me please.


And then you'll go, it's only your body I know.


Golden girl, where'd you go? You're not there, with sunlight in your hair.


I could have you in the bar or the back of my car, But never your heart.