And drinking.
I twirled in my dark attire, having stylishly cut and ripped my only pair of black leather pants. My halter-neck top shimmered indigo, and my hair and eyebrows were spelled deep black—courtesy of Nelson. My eyes were lined heavily with silver and black liner, and my lips were glossed deep red. I grinned at the Prodigies and waved a finger at my glass, indicating I was going to get a refill. Breathless and content, I moved through the crowd as the only lights in the club twirled red, the air fogged with cigarette smoke.
After two shots of vodka and a refilled glass of heavy-on-the-vodka screwdriver, I maneuvered back through the throng, merrily stumbling over people. But when I arrived to where I’d left the Prodigies, all four of them were grinding with multiple Mysticals. I winked at them and curved through the heated bodies, deciding to have a cigarette.
At the fringes of the crowd, I bumped a rock-hard body dancing with a female.
I couldn’t see very well in the dimness and with everyone’s powers undulating against me, but I felt the man stumble, grunting quietly and his drink sloshing worse than mine. When I helped steady him, his warm, enormous arms enveloped me, and he started dancing against me. I bopped my head to the beat, lifting my arms, and I started moving my hips with his. The woman next to us cursed before she turned and started dancing with someone else. At least I thought she did. It was hard to tell in the murkiness of the place. My eyes glowed to see as I moved, though I could hardly make out his blue eyes glowing down at me briefly through the eye-slits in his mask.
I could scarcely hear him over the noise as he pulled me closer, guzzling a portion of his drink. “Are you here with someone?”
Bumping into his hard-as-hell chest, I took a large drink, downing half of it.
“Friends,” I shouted over the music. “You?” God, he felt wonderful against me, his size massive. I could recognize even through my drunken haze that he danced like sex and sin in his own drunken state.
“A friend who’s working,” he grumbled. He dipped his head, banging his face against my neck briefly. “I wanted to leave, but he tried to get me drunk.”
My body swayed, but he held on tight, stumbling with me. “You are drunk.”
“So are you,” he mumbled, tilting his head back and grinning sloppily before downing the rest of his drink with one hand. His other warm palm was on my hip, keeping me close. Uncaring, he dropped his bottle on the ground when he finished it.
In a rush, he bent and his mouth was on mine.
I stilled for all of a heartbeat, my vision blurry as my head spun.
Then it was spinning for a whole different, pleasant reason, rather than because of the splendid alcohol I had consumed. His lips were the softest I had ever felt, full and supple, yet dominating in attention. I pressed harder against them, groaning quietly. Vibrations tickled my lips as he moaned. His tongue darted out, slick and hot against my bottom lip. I swayed from drink and allure, and I opened for him, my own glass dropping to the floor. I fisted my hands in the softest curls imaginable, but oddly he didn’t dip his tongue inside my mouth. He merely continued to outline my lips, then he stroked my lips with his—with skill.
It was heaven in an embrace.
We started moving, my feet stumbling backward as he pushed us through the groping crowd. His mouth never left mine. Our lips meshed damn perfectly, a seamless, uncanny fit. His hands were running down to grip my ass hard, both of us moaning as we relocated. Panting against his mouth, I mumbled, “Where are we going?”
“To the room I’m staying in with my friend,” he slurred, his right arm wrapping around my waist.
Eyes closed, I managed to wobble my head in acceptance, stroking his lips greedily.
Why the hell not?
If I was stuck in this blasted time, I was going to have some fun.
Real fun. Fucking finally.
No consequences. No reasoning.
And he, the man with the fucking body from paradise, was going to give it to me.
Stumbling through the dark hallways of the club, we exited a back door into a brightly lit hallway. The abrupt, glaring light made me squint, and I kept my eyes shut against the heinous shine. He lifted me straight off my feet and we banged against a door across the hallway.
He cursed quietly, releasing one of his arms that he had around my waist, and a second later the door against my back opened. We were inside a dark hotel room. He slammed the door closed behind us, setting me on my feet. Our motions became blurry again, fumbling with each other’s clothing as he walked me backward, each of us trying to undo buttons and zippers until we finally reached another door.
Our hands were still busy tearing off each other’s clothes.