finery, I let go of all my concerns, lived for the moment, and danced with my prince. As we moved together, I unashamedly allowed myself the pleasure of touching and looking at him, without even attempting to hide how I felt. He held my hand cradled to his chest and by the time the last slow song of the evening came on, I had convinced myself he felt the same way about me that I did about him.
Back in the limo, I snuggled close to him, laying my head on his strong shoulder while he stroked my hair. I sighed contentedly. But before long, I glanced out the tinted window and saw we were pulling up to my house. Was it midnight already?
I didn’t want this night to end. I couldn’t bear to go back to a reality where he was so close and yet so distant. “Bry,” I began, tilting my head to look at him.
“Yeah, Lace,” he replied absently as he stroked my cheek and stared at me.
“Come inside with me.”
I felt the sudden tension in his body.
“No, Lace,” he whispered after a long moment. “I can’t.”
A sharp pain sliced across my breast bone. I squeezed my eyes shut and blindly reached for the door handle.
His hand closed over mine. “Lace, listen.”
“No,” I hissed. “Why Misty Rivera, Bry?”
He cursed under his breath. He took my chin in his hand and gently tilted my face back. “Because I can never have the one who really matters to me.” He brushed a soft kiss across the side of my mouth.
So this was about War. Seeing the determined set to his jaw and the steeliness of his stare, my heart sank.
“Let me walk you inside.”
Bleakly, I nodded.
Outside on the sidewalk, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the sudden chill that made my teeth chatter. He took off his tuxedo jacket and draped it around my shoulders. The warmth and the spicy scent of him lingered in the material.
I fumbled with the key at the front door and he took it from me. Once we were in, he dropped the key into the glass bowl next to the phone. It rang with a tone of finality.
“Goodnight,” he started but trailed off as he caught a glimpse of the disappointment I hadn’t been quick enough to hide from him. He reached out and turned me back to him, his grey green eyes intently searching mine. “You’re not going to cry, are you?”
“I never cry.”
“What’s this,” he asked softly, running a fingertip under my eye.
“I’m just tired. The cold wind…”
“You’re lying.”
“So are you, Bryan Jackson.” My hands fisted. “Denying what’s between us.” I handed him the tuxedo jacket, and kicked off my shoes. I tossed my hair back and took a deep breath for courage. I could do determined, too. I peeled off one of the thin straps of my dress, first one shoulder, and then the other. I looked him straight in the eyes daring him.
Bryan didn’t move.
But the dark flash of his eyes and the flare of his nostrils emboldened me. I reached back and released the hook and lowered the zipper. The dress puddled at my feet in a black and pink pool of chiffon and lace.
Shoulders back, chin lifted I stood before him completely vulnerable and nearly naked in a strapless corset, matching panties, and gartered stockings.
He stood still a moment longer and then eyes full of fiery intent, he reached for me and in one step he claimed me, crushing his lips and his body to mine.
“Lace.”
“Huh.” Dazed, I turned toward the sound of his voice. I hadn’t even heard the door slide open. His heavy lidded eyes were within inches of my own. Bryan leaned over the bus banquette, looking sexy as sin his hair all tousled from sleep.
I shook my head free of the tangled webs of the past.
“I called your name twice,” He reached over and rubbed a strand of my hair between his fingers. The subtle yet familiar movement made my scalp tingle. “What were you thinking about?” he asked in that low intimate voice of his that made everything else in my body tingle.
“Prom night,” I whispered.
He blinked.
“It seems to keep coming back to that for us,” I whispered. He looked much as he had the first night I’d seen him on this bus, only no jeans just black boxers and those low enough on his hips to make me think of only one thing. And he was close enough that I could act on that thought. I extended my arm out and laid one palm against the smooth skin at the center of his bare chest and the other one a lot lower.
He swallowed and glanced behind us. The door to the sleeping section of the bus was closed. He grabbed my elbows and tugged me out of the banquette. I stumbled forward, feeling the rock hard strength of his chest through the thin material of the button down shirt of War’s that I’d worn to bed. My breasts tightened instantly against his warmth and my mouth parted at the exact moment that his lips touched mine. A flood of heat rushed through my blood. The intensity of my longing after all this time was almost too much to bear.
I whimpered as he pressed me into the partition, the wall an unyielding surface behind me, his chest, his hips, his thighs, and his erection even harder. He began devouring me everywhere his mouth could reach. His lips, his tongue, and his teeth doing wicked things to me that made me moan and beg for more.
He lifted my hands stretching my arms up over my head and pinning them against the wall in his tight grip. I felt the cool air caress my skin as the oversized sleeves of my shirt slid down to expose my arms all the way to my elbows while he pressed impassioned wet kisses across my cheek and then down my arched neck.
“Dammit Lace, stop me. We shouldn’t be doing this,” he rasped in a raw voice before drawing my earlobe between his teeth and then tracing the shell of my ear with his talented tongue. Breathing heavily, he eased back and stared down at me with lust filled eyes. “How am I supposed to get over you when you respond to me like this?”
This was news to me. It seemed to me all our conversations had been past tense.
“I don’t want you to get over me,” I whispered, angling my hips forward and rocking over him. My body took over, ignoring the faint protesting voice of common sense in my mind.
He groaned, and then suddenly he went completely still.
Certain we’d been discovered, I turned my head to look over my shoulder. No one was there. The door was still closed. Confused, my eyes went back to him to find that he was staring at my bared arms.
“Fuck.” Bryan yanked both my hands down and flipped them over at the wrists. When his head came back up his eyes were bright with fury. The look on his face almost made me wish War had found us instead.
I tugged my wrists free and pulled down the sleeves of War’s shirt while trying to ease away from him. Cold shame doused the raging desire that had consumed me only a moment ago.
“Whatcha shooting up, Lace? By the looks of those track marks, I’d say you’ve got an expensive habit.” The evenness of his tone was at complete odds with the fire blazing from his eyes. “War helping you out with that?”
I didn’t answer. I tried to twist away, but he caged me in with his arms.
“I can’t believe you’d get into something like this. Not after all you went through with your mom.” Exhaling heavily, he dropped his forehead to mine. His eyes were so close I could make out the pixilated variation of grey and green as well as read the concern that had filled them.
His gentleness crumbled any chance I had of keeping him out.
“What is it, Lace?” he rephrased again voice low.
“Heroin,” I admitted softly.
