even better than the back. Bella had topped off the skin-tight pants with a snug leather jacket, the zipper open just enough to show a little cleavage from her perfect breasts.
“Trying to fool me with a wig?” I brushed her long silky hair off her shoulder and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
“Actually, it’s a rinse,” she murmured against my mouth. “So, I’ll be a redhead for a few days. I lost my friends in the crowd, so I’ll have to stay with you.” Bella gazed up at me through long, thick lashes. I cupped her cheek and ran my thumb along her jaw.
“I’ll take care of you,” I whispered as I clutched the back of her neck. “I’m a demi-god, remember?” Bella laughed as I brought my lips back to hers.
“Hey, OT!” My teeth clenched at Richie’s voice behind me. “Thor and Black Widow. That’s . . . cute. Although cute is not how I’d describe that costume, Bella. I wish I was a bad guy so you could beat me into submission.” Richie was in a Bruins jersey with his name printed across the back. Being the tool he was, he wore the damn thing all the time telling us that was his “future.” My blood boiled as he openly raked his eyes over Bella’s body.
I glared at him as I pulled Bella closer. I’d gladly beat the fucker into submission myself, and was three seconds away from doing just that.
“Hey.” Bella pulled me away but my gaze was still fixed on Richie. “Dance with me,” she whispered in my ear.
A throwback from Maroon 5 boomed from the speakers. I pulled back and raised my eyebrows at her. “You want to dance?”
Her lips curved up in a tense smile. She shrugged as she drifted her hands up and down my arms, trying to calm me down.
“Yeah.” She took my hands and laced our fingers together, swaying her hips to the beat. I was hypnotized as I took one of her arms and draped it around my neck. I pulled her to me by the waist with my other hand and moved with her. I let my hands drift down her back and along her thigh. Pressed up so close to Bella, I forgot about everyone and everything else.
“Better?” She whispered in my ear and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Thor is my favorite. Or maybe Chris Hemsworth is. Either way, I have to admit this costume is pretty hot.”
I pinched her side and she giggled. Our kiss started as a sweet peck, but once her tongue darted out and slid across the seam of my lips, we both forgot about anything sweet. She grabbed a handful of my hair and whimpered as my tongue tangled with hers. It was dark, so I wasn’t worried about putting on a show, but I needed to get her alone. I stopped kissing her and led her down the empty hallway, where I backed her against the wall and crashed my lips to hers. I leaned against the wall with one hand and hooked her leg over my hip with the other. I rubbed my throbbing hard-on against her core as a groan escaped my throat. It didn’t matter we were in the middle of a crowded party. All I saw—all I wanted—was Bella. She consumed me that much. What the hell was happening to me? My need for her was primal, blinding, and frightening as hell. Ethan was right, I was never like this with anyone else.
And it was starting to terrify me.
“Wait,” Bella panted as she pulled away. She leaned her forehead against mine. “I want you, but not like this.”
I nodded and kissed her forehead. “I know, and I’m sorry. I got carried away. You’re just so . . .” I cradled her face in my hands. “You’ve got me. All of me. You know that, right?”
Bella smiled and gave me a soft kiss as she reached up to grab the back of my wrists. “Right back at you.” She ran her thumb along my bottom lip and offered a quiet chuckle. “There is red lipstick all over your face. You look like you’re coming from a superhero drag show.”
“Your fault. You know once I start kissing you, I can’t stop. I’ll go clean up. Meet you back here in a couple of minutes?”
Bella nodded and squeezed my hand. Our fingers
“Trying to fool me with a wig?” I brushed her long silky hair off her shoulder and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
“Actually, it’s a rinse,” she murmured against my mouth. “So, I’ll be a redhead for a few days. I lost my friends in the crowd, so I’ll have to stay with you.” Bella gazed up at me through long, thick lashes. I cupped her cheek and ran my thumb along her jaw.
“I’ll take care of you,” I whispered as I clutched the back of her neck. “I’m a demi-god, remember?” Bella laughed as I brought my lips back to hers.
“Hey, OT!” My teeth clenched at Richie’s voice behind me. “Thor and Black Widow. That’s . . . cute. Although cute is not how I’d describe that costume, Bella. I wish I was a bad guy so you could beat me into submission.” Richie was in a Bruins jersey with his name printed across the back. Being the tool he was, he wore the damn thing all the time telling us that was his “future.” My blood boiled as he openly raked his eyes over Bella’s body.
I glared at him as I pulled Bella closer. I’d gladly beat the fucker into submission myself, and was three seconds away from doing just that.
“Hey.” Bella pulled me away but my gaze was still fixed on Richie. “Dance with me,” she whispered in my ear.
A throwback from Maroon 5 boomed from the speakers. I pulled back and raised my eyebrows at her. “You want to dance?”
Her lips curved up in a tense smile. She shrugged as she drifted her hands up and down my arms, trying to calm me down.
“Yeah.” She took my hands and laced our fingers together, swaying her hips to the beat. I was hypnotized as I took one of her arms and draped it around my neck. I pulled her to me by the waist with my other hand and moved with her. I let my hands drift down her back and along her thigh. Pressed up so close to Bella, I forgot about everyone and everything else.
“Better?” She whispered in my ear and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Thor is my favorite. Or maybe Chris Hemsworth is. Either way, I have to admit this costume is pretty hot.”
I pinched her side and she giggled. Our kiss started as a sweet peck, but once her tongue darted out and slid across the seam of my lips, we both forgot about anything sweet. She grabbed a handful of my hair and whimpered as my tongue tangled with hers. It was dark, so I wasn’t worried about putting on a show, but I needed to get her alone. I stopped kissing her and led her down the empty hallway, where I backed her against the wall and crashed my lips to hers. I leaned against the wall with one hand and hooked her leg over my hip with the other. I rubbed my throbbing hard-on against her core as a groan escaped my throat. It didn’t matter we were in the middle of a crowded party. All I saw—all I wanted—was Bella. She consumed me that much. What the hell was happening to me? My need for her was primal, blinding, and frightening as hell. Ethan was right, I was never like this with anyone else.
And it was starting to terrify me.
“Wait,” Bella panted as she pulled away. She leaned her forehead against mine. “I want you, but not like this.”
I nodded and kissed her forehead. “I know, and I’m sorry. I got carried away. You’re just so . . .” I cradled her face in my hands. “You’ve got me. All of me. You know that, right?”
Bella smiled and gave me a soft kiss as she reached up to grab the back of my wrists. “Right back at you.” She ran her thumb along my bottom lip and offered a quiet chuckle. “There is red lipstick all over your face. You look like you’re coming from a superhero drag show.”
“Your fault. You know once I start kissing you, I can’t stop. I’ll go clean up. Meet you back here in a couple of minutes?”
Bella nodded and squeezed my hand. Our fingers
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