''I get it,'' he said, ''the sun so loved the moon...''
His voice trailed off. We both knew the story. We knew it all too well. He was looking at me thoughtfully. I, however, turned away.
''What if,'' I began, ''the sun didn't want to die for the m...
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Both of us stared at each other.
"What the hell," he began breathlessly, "are you wearing?"
Tucker's eyes moved achingly slow from my white heels, past the thigh high stockings, stopping for a bit on the corset, before finally landing on my bloodred lips.
I shifted uncomfortably, his careful dark eyes watching my every move. His eyes dragged fire across my exposed skin and I knew my cheeks were already a dark red partially because of the alcohol and partially for something else. A hooded look crossed his face as he waited for my answer.
"I wish people would stop asking me that," I grumbled.
This time, when silence floated between us, it was charged with something other than anger. Tucker's eyes continued to brush along my skin and they darkened as I bit my lip anxiously. His eyes carefully tracking the movement of my lips.
"Don't do that," his voice was strained.
I shivered. "Well, don't look at me like that."
He stepped forward dropping the jacket in his hands and closing the distance between us in the narrow alley. A dark alleyway should have at least made me a little nervous, but from the way Tucker was looking at me, I could tell the only danger was right in front of me.
"Are you cold?"
I couldn't even notice the weather. Every step he took closer to me made me warmer. The tip of his tongue swiped across his bottom lip as he looked down on me, our chests almost touching. He leaned one arm above my head on the wall of the club. My fingertips, almost of their own accord, spread across his chest. His heartbeat thudded loudly under my fingers
"Are you going to keep me warm?"
My bold words shocked me, but I thanked the alcohol for the bravery. If it weren't for the shots, when Tucker lifted the strap of the top in between his two fingers I would've fainted. Electricity burned against the bare skin that he touched. Our eyes locked as his fingers drifted down the shirt, his thumb brushing the swell of my breast before making a tantalizing slow crawl to my hips. The sensitive skin on my stomach raised as the pads of his fingers brushed over it.
He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and I shivered as he found my ear with his lips.
"You look like the devil," he whispered.
"I'm supposed to be an angel."
He licked his lips and gently pushed my hips back into the wall. His next words quieted all of the voices in my head and all of the static noise that reached out to me.
"You already are."
The tiniest brush of his lips on my jugular almost caused me to let out an unladylike noise. His hands continued their dangerous exploration as one of his large palms cupped the underside of my thigh and hiked it up and around his hip, pulling us closer together.
