leather mask. Away from Malcolm, comfortable with his newly found confidante, and likely a little intoxicated, Cyrus was suddenly so accessible. Appeared as though he was an actual person, unlike the perfect shell of a human I’d always assumed him to be.
I tried to be as smooth as I possibly could. I let the music fill my head with its electric beat and allowed my body to do the rest. Not the best plan, but I didn’t really have much else in my repertoire so I went with it. The crowd danced rhythmically with the feminine vocals. We started out a bit apart from each other. My body moved separately from his in mostly an uncoordinated wiggle. After a few moments of that idiocy, he placed his hands on either side of my waist and drew my wiggling body closer to his. I hadn’t had quite enough alcohol to not feel awkward, so I had to fake it. And fake it I did. Cyrus’ rhythm was easy to fall into. His motion brought the music to the forefront in my head. His body made me forget my insecurities, and I began to allow myself to just be. Just be in the moment. Just let shit happen as it may. And it did.
Cyrus pressed the front of his chiseled form against my full chest and I felt my boobs push up and around looking for a place to go. His hands slid smoothly around to my lower back and stayed there. I felt the heat of his breath tickle along the tender skin of my neck and I nearly fell out of my ass. I quickly reminded myself to never allow that long of a dry spell to occur again and moved on. Cyrus stood a good head taller than me, but my heels gave me a bit of an advantage and placed his pouty lips within kissing distance from mine. I thought about it more than once as our bodies were pressed so closely together dancing to intentionally sensual music. My heart raced with the idea of kissing that perfect set he held so beautifully on his face. His lips, I meant. The beat thumped on and with it the two of us. I felt the strong muscles that lined Cyrus’s arms, flex and relax as he moved against me. I let my hands trail along the expanse of his thick back and felt the tension there as well. For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to breathe in his luscious scent. He smelled so clean and masculine I wanted to gobble him up. I felt his heart beat accelerate as he breathed heavily in my ear. The action was far from his usual calm and collected demeanor, but it made him more reachable somehow. More human. I knew it was coming. I could feel it. A spark touched my senses and I knew he was making up his mind to grant me a kiss. Cyrus lowered his head to rest his cheek along the curve of my neck.
The lace of my mask caressed the soft skin under my eyes and reminded me of its presence. The two of us, masked, dancing, pressed closely together, surrounded by danger, someone would pay good money to read a book that began in such a way. I wondered if the ending would live up to such a glorious beginning.
I smiled a bit and waited in sweet anticipation. His breath came heavier and more rapid with every passing second. I shifted my head ever so slightly to allow my hair to brush against his face still hidden in my neck. I felt him withdraw a bit, enough to make our lips close enough to kiss. Closing my eyes, I prepared for awesomeness. His breath spread across my face and I knew it was coming. I wanted it, really. I hadn’t really any other time I’d been in his presence, but now I knew I didn’t quite care about much else. Not much on my thoughts, but laying a smooch on Cyrus Atossa. His lips neared mine and I lifted myself up on my toes to meet him. The aura of his lips mingled with mine.
“And now!” a boisterous voice echoed through the vast industrial building.
Cyrus quickly withdrew from his position, only centimeters from meeting my lips for the first time.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Chapter Nine
He turned his head to focus on the stage. His breathing was steadying, but I felt his tension remain. I
I tried to be as smooth as I possibly could. I let the music fill my head with its electric beat and allowed my body to do the rest. Not the best plan, but I didn’t really have much else in my repertoire so I went with it. The crowd danced rhythmically with the feminine vocals. We started out a bit apart from each other. My body moved separately from his in mostly an uncoordinated wiggle. After a few moments of that idiocy, he placed his hands on either side of my waist and drew my wiggling body closer to his. I hadn’t had quite enough alcohol to not feel awkward, so I had to fake it. And fake it I did. Cyrus’ rhythm was easy to fall into. His motion brought the music to the forefront in my head. His body made me forget my insecurities, and I began to allow myself to just be. Just be in the moment. Just let shit happen as it may. And it did.
Cyrus pressed the front of his chiseled form against my full chest and I felt my boobs push up and around looking for a place to go. His hands slid smoothly around to my lower back and stayed there. I felt the heat of his breath tickle along the tender skin of my neck and I nearly fell out of my ass. I quickly reminded myself to never allow that long of a dry spell to occur again and moved on. Cyrus stood a good head taller than me, but my heels gave me a bit of an advantage and placed his pouty lips within kissing distance from mine. I thought about it more than once as our bodies were pressed so closely together dancing to intentionally sensual music. My heart raced with the idea of kissing that perfect set he held so beautifully on his face. His lips, I meant. The beat thumped on and with it the two of us. I felt the strong muscles that lined Cyrus’s arms, flex and relax as he moved against me. I let my hands trail along the expanse of his thick back and felt the tension there as well. For the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to breathe in his luscious scent. He smelled so clean and masculine I wanted to gobble him up. I felt his heart beat accelerate as he breathed heavily in my ear. The action was far from his usual calm and collected demeanor, but it made him more reachable somehow. More human. I knew it was coming. I could feel it. A spark touched my senses and I knew he was making up his mind to grant me a kiss. Cyrus lowered his head to rest his cheek along the curve of my neck.
The lace of my mask caressed the soft skin under my eyes and reminded me of its presence. The two of us, masked, dancing, pressed closely together, surrounded by danger, someone would pay good money to read a book that began in such a way. I wondered if the ending would live up to such a glorious beginning.
I smiled a bit and waited in sweet anticipation. His breath came heavier and more rapid with every passing second. I shifted my head ever so slightly to allow my hair to brush against his face still hidden in my neck. I felt him withdraw a bit, enough to make our lips close enough to kiss. Closing my eyes, I prepared for awesomeness. His breath spread across my face and I knew it was coming. I wanted it, really. I hadn’t really any other time I’d been in his presence, but now I knew I didn’t quite care about much else. Not much on my thoughts, but laying a smooch on Cyrus Atossa. His lips neared mine and I lifted myself up on my toes to meet him. The aura of his lips mingled with mine.
“And now!” a boisterous voice echoed through the vast industrial building.
Cyrus quickly withdrew from his position, only centimeters from meeting my lips for the first time.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Chapter Nine
He turned his head to focus on the stage. His breathing was steadying, but I felt his tension remain. I
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