“I’ll go for a bit, then I’m coming back home to hit the sack.”
My coffee made, I stretched to grab the sugar container and took a spoonful into my drink. Taking a careful sip, I immediately felt the good work of caffeine kicking into my system.
“Anyhow, as much as I love speaking to you, lover boy, I gotta go and get ready for the evening.”
River groaned. “Call me when you can, yeah?”
“I promise.”
An hour later, my friends and I were in one of Hollywood’s hottest club where DJ Phoenix was playing. Her relationship with Phoenix blossomed. Scared as she might be, she was hopeful this might be the first real relationship she had ever had.
Kyle had been meaning to see me, but I couldn’t indulge him just yet since I had already given my word to Kells. Besides, he and I have been in constant communication. Soon, I promptly promised him.
We had our own private lounge along with Rock, Manu, Mint, Carly, and Lauren. Kells seemed to be getting on with Phoenix’s friends, and I couldn’t help smiling as she broadened her wings as she let boyfriend into her life.
Three shots in, I was happily floating in my buzz when Anton led me to the dance floor, ready to bring the house down with his dancing skills. We were in the midst of a popular dance song when Kells joined us before they began pointing at someone behind me.
“Do you care for a dance, beautiful?” a deep voice boomed behind me, making me pause.
I spun around to face the man. River. I almost lost shit upon seeing him as he madly grinned at me.
“What! How?” Beaming from ear-to-ear, I had to squash down the notion of kissing him on the lips. As much as I ached to do so, I just couldn’t when my friends were in full-view. “You’re back!” My excitement hadn’t ebbed away, my eyes unable to get enough of him.
“I am,” he stated as his eyes roved my face, longing and yearning to touch and kiss me.
“We just spoke. You never said you were home,” I rambled, still shocked to see him right here, in the middle of the dance floor. “Don’t you have another two weeks to shoot?”
He kept popping out in and out of my life while filming. Wouldn’t he get in trouble? I hoped not. As much as I was glad to see him, missing each other could wait. River was a passionate man and tended to be compulsive when his heart ruled over mind.
“I’m leaving again tomorrow.” He tried to hide his smile, seeming a little embarrassed for his spontaneous actions. “It’s a crazy idea, and I’m hella tired, but I want to see you even for a day. It’s worth it. You’re worth it.”
Damn. “You’re insane.”
He looked amazingly delicious, too. The scruffy long hair look was really doing wonders to my libido. Hell, it was hard to control my urges around him. When would it end?
“About you, yeah, there’s no question about that.” He leaned over, and I felt his breath teasing my ear, spreading wild fire of goose bumps all over my body. “May I kiss you, Cara?”
This was challenging for me, too, but there was a time and place for showing such intimacies.
“When we’re alone, you can kiss me all you want, but not here, not when everyone can see.”
“I’ve missed you.” He tried to control his emotion, but I could easily detect the depth of his words.
My heart thudded at his close proximity. Temptation so blindingly potent that I was drunk from lusting over him.
“Then dance with me, River Ellis.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He pulled me close to him as our hips began to slowly sway, grounding, grinding from the beat of the music.
We danced, forgetting about Anton and Kells who were a few feet away, glancing at us every so often. However, all I could feel and focus on was River and how his hands held my hips.
The alcohol worked through my system as we swayed to the beat. I could feel his restraint, the heat of his desire as he harnessed his emotions to play my game of waiting. He knew he would get his way later tonight. We were lost in our own little world, spell-bounded by something greater, a profound force that kept bringing us together. Hypnotized, magnetized by elements we could barely control ourselves, consuming us with such profound adrenaline-charged transcendental, mystical form, a magic that bounded us together.
My breathing hitched as River slowly made us sway our way toward the section of the floor where the lights didn’t grace, a dark enough space for privacy from prying eyes. The moment we were out of sight, River practically devoured my neck with his kisses, nipping as he made small thrusts of his hips, making me well aware of his profound arousal.
“Baby,” I moaned, not stopping him. Little did I realize that this was the first sentiment I had ever used on him since our reunion.
He was practically making out with my neck, gripping on the tiny thin threads of control before he was about to spin out of it, losing his will to harness the fire that burned so violently in his heart, mind, and soul.