Page 26 of Midnight Whispers

“Don't turn around,” a deep voice whispers against my ear, “just keep dancing.”

His scent of leather and tobacco is intoxicating, so I do as he commanded. He places his hand firmly on my hip, pulling me closer to the hardness of his body. I hold my breath as his other hand takes hold of my hair, his fingers lightly grazing over my skin as he moves it from one side of my neck to the other. He trails his hand lightly along my side, softly riding the curves of my waist before settling on the other side of my hip.

We sway, our bodies moving in unison as the rhythm continues. His mouth hovered at the nape of my neck. He inhales deep and slow, as if to savor my scent.

I swallow hard before asking, “Are you going to tell me your name?”

“No,” he answers abruptly.

I move my head slightly, looking at him from the corner of my eye. I can faintly see the white and gray lines of the skeleton face paint and my heart drops.

“You were in the bar earlier, watching me.”

“I was.”

“Why?”

My stomach drops when his lips gently touch my shoulder. His hand inches, moving closer inward.

“I can't seem to stay away from you.”

He can’t stay away from me?

“You drew the portrait?” I ask. “The notes and peony were from you too, weren’t they?” The tip of his tongue trails up my neck, stopping just below my ear. I move my arm up and around the back of his neck. Even on the dance floor, where we are surrounded by all these people and lights, his skin is still cold as ice.

“Mmhmm.” He hums in my ear as he inches his hand closer, lowering it to just below the hem of my dress. “Tell me to stop, Lillia.” The tips of his fingers graze my skin, sending waves of fire through me.

“Don’t stop.” I say breathlessly, not recognizing the sudden onset of bravery.

He lowers his hand to my inner thigh and up to between my legs, where he finds the lack of underwear. A deep sigh escapes his lips, blowing a small gust of warm air against my neck before he nibbles softly on my skin. I let out a moan, not caring who around us hears.

“Shit,” he hisses. “I have to go.”

My eyes fly open, disappointment sinking deep into my gut. “What? Why?”

“Your friend is coming.”

I look around for Flora, but I don’t see her in the room.

“Don’t go. I don’t even know your name.”

“Think of me.”

“What do you mean?”

He drags his teeth along the skin of my neck. Pulling me closer, he drags his finger over my slit. “When you touch yourself tonight,” he whispers against my ear.

Only seconds pass before his hands are off my body. I whirl around, but my stranger is already gone. The fog that filled my mind begins to disperse and shame fills my chest. I just let a stranger touch me. Not only that, but inpublic! The most unsettling part is how much I enjoyed it and how much I want him to touch me again.

It was unlike anything my body had ever experienced, not that I had much to go off. When Parker and I would have sex, he would finish and then roll over and fall asleep. The scent of whiskey and cigarettes always covered his skin and seeped out of his pores. He never saw the point in touching or finding ways to please me; if his dick got sucked and he got off then he was fine. It wasn’t until I bought my first vibrator that I learned the ecstasy that was an orgasm, so after he would fall asleep, I’d just finish myself off.

The level of desire I felt with Parker was nothing near what I felt with this absolute stranger. It was almost like he had just placed me under a spell; my body reacted to everything about him. His touch and his scent were all consuming and I found myself hoping I’d see him again.

Hands waving in front of my face break the trance Iseem to be in.

“Lil, you okay?”

My eyes focus and immediately find a very concerned Flora standing in front of me. “Oh shoot. Yeah.”