Page 30 of Unveil

“What’s it feel like to fly, little bird?”

My heart soars. Maybe this is what it’s supposed to feel like. Maybe thisisthe spark.

Dizzying pleasure dances over my skin, stealing the breath from my lungs and making me lightheaded, but I focus on him. He dances with me so effortlessly, skilled,practicedeven. It’s exhilarating, and I can’t help chuckling in disbelief.

“Whoareyou, and where did you learn to dance like this?”

“I’m your fiancé,” he says seriously, the word that felt like a cage fifteen minutes ago now giving me that same floaty sensation that I had in the air. But then he swallows before answering the rest. “And my momma taught me to dance.”

The weight in his voice presses on something tender in me. “You don’t talk about her much. Only your grandma. Grandma B, I think you called her?”

“Grandma B… yup, that’s what I call her. Good ol’ GrandmaB.” He scowls. “She prefers to go by Bossie, and trust me, she lives up to the rep. That lady’s mean as a snake.”

I chuckle awkwardly. “I thought you liked her?”

“Nope. She’s a bit of a ruthless bitch if I’m honest. Don’t worry. She’d say the same. Proud of it, actually. My Grandma Francine is the sweet one. Fancy lives on the land with us. Still works Momma’s dairy farm.”

“Dairy farm? GrandmaFancy?” I shake my head. “See? This is what I’m talking about. It’s like I barely know you. Before tonight, right this very moment, I’ve felt more chemistry being reckless with strangers at Pirates than the entire time we’ve dated! We haven’t even really kissed!”

Yikes. That was harsh. But itistrue. Aside from tonight, I’ve never felt that same needy, breathless desire that I did on my twenty-first birthday. These past few songs, I’ve tasted it again, and it solidified for me how badly I need it. What if he goes back to being the boring white knight tomorrow?

“Strangers at Pirates?” he finally muses, a sly smile forming. “That’s awfully specific.”

He stops our dance long enough to check his phone, and murmurs.

“Thirteen minutes to your birthday.”

That grin creeps further up, and my chest flutters as he pulls me into his embrace again.

“Wanna do something reckless, little bird?” His lips caress my neck, right under my ear, before hovering over my mouth. “Let me show you just how fucking bad I want you, Luna Bordeaux.”

Ibarely get out the word “Yes” before Zy whisks me to a dressing room for Masque’s visiting bands. I have no idea how we got past my dad—the whole bar was a blur—but the second we’re inside, Zy locks the door, tipping back a chair one-handed to lodge under the doorknob. He dims the lights before sweeping off the makeup counter with one arm, then plops me on the surface with my bouquet next to me. I hadn’t even realized he grabbed it.

Excitement sparks across my skin. Emotions I haven’t felt in a year make me lightheaded. I was supposed to break up with him, but my white knight boyfriend isfinallymaking a move, venturing into this dark, sensual side I’ve beggedfor. I’m ready to see where this goes, my body feeling looser and more free than I ever have as intoxicating anticipation rolls through me.

In my periphery, he removes his crossbow off his back and sets it against a chair, then tugs off his gloves before resting his hands on the counter on either side of my hips. The bright lights behind me cast a shadow around my head, and that, combined with his black mask, make it hard to see the details of his intenseexpression. What I can see, though, has my mind swimming with heady need and my sex pulsing as he leans closer, taking up all my vision.

I suck in a breath as he reaches under my tutu without touching me and pushes it up my upper thighs to step between my bare legs. My panties are a measly piece of fabric against his rough jeans, barely shielding me from his hard length trapped behind his zipper. If the bulge against me is any indication, he’shuge. How had I never noticed that?

Oh yeah, he’s never been turned on by me before. At least not that I could tell. But there’s no denying it now.

My mouth waters, body aching for touches and sensations I’ve craved since my birthday last year with a stranger.

I bite my lip, and his gaze drops to my mouth. Have his eyes always been this dark, or is it just the lighting?

When his low voice rumbles from his broad chest, I stop caring.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

My voice is hoarse. “Do what?”

He cups my neck, palms both rough and smooth, and lifts my chin.

“Make you mine.”

His lips crash with mine in a possessive claim, not kissing,taking, as his tongue demands to be inside. I open on a moan, greedy to taste him. My hands grip one of his wrists, and my legs pull him into the cradle of my hips. His grip stays on my neck, keeping me exactly where he wants me while his other hand grabs my ass under the tulle, grinding me against his cock.

“I’ve missed your taste so goddamn bad.”