One look at my face and she slinked away without argument. I turned to Vane. He pulled me hard against him before I could blink. “Got your attention?” he shouted into my ear, past the thumping music. The wind blew out of my sails. He had me and he knew it. I had snuck out without him. I said with a pout, “You would have stopped us.” “Probably.” He started to pull me back into the dance crowd. “What are you doing?” His lips grazed my neck. “Taking advantage.” I had to bite back a gasp when he caught my hips and started moving us to the music. The pulsating rhythm tightened around every nerve I possessed until my body was a mass of taut strings for his body to strum. Pretty soon, I couldn’t form a coherent thought. My front plastered to his, we swam in the dark waves of the night. I looked up at Vane. Roving strobe lights emphasized the harsh lines of his face, giving it a dangerous slant. He looked down at me and whatever he saw caused him to take a bracing breath.
