Page 53 of Destroyer
Damn, she feels good.
“Happy Halloween, Car.” Then, he homed in on her costume. “You’re definitely Belle. Why isn’t Greystone Beast?”
“Heisa beast,” she replied as Greystone joined them, handed Caroline a glass of sparkling water, him the bottle of beer.
“Thanks,” Teddy said and raised his glass. “Here’s to a hauntingly good night.”
They all clinked glasses. Teddy chugged down several mouthfuls, letting the chilled drink quench his thirst.
When his gaze found Sydney’s, he knew thatonlyshe could quell the demons that lurked within him.
“Let’s dance,” Caroline said as she waggled her finger at Greystone before they vanished into the crowd.
Alone with Sydney—and seventy others—but as far as he was concerned, they might as well be alone.
After Sydney set her wine glass on a nearby table, she stepped close and began loosening his tie. “What happened to your costume?”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Admiring her beauty up close was something he could get addicted to… and fast.
“Why the suit?” she asked.
“I had a meeting.”
As he soaked up her beauty, nothing but Sydney mattered. Not the White House meeting, nor the terrorists hunting them down. All he cared about was the badass Dominatrix standing inches away.
He snaked his arm around her, pulled her close. “Dance with me.”
She moistened her lower lip with her tongue, and his pulse kicked up. She was sexy and beautiful, but the fire in her gaze reminded him why he was drawn to her all those months ago.
“Lead the way,” she murmured.
He clasped her hand, led her onto the crowded dance floor. He stroked her soft skin with his thumb, then lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it before wrapping his other arm around her and pulling her close. Despite the upbeat tempo, he wasnotletting her go.
Instead of breaking away from him, she draped her arms over his shoulders and peered up at him. “So, who was your meeting with?”
He couldn’t tell her, though he wondered if she already knew.
As he stared into her eyes, the desire to kiss her rumbled through him like rolling thunder. “I don’t have a fucking clue,” he murmured. “All I see is you, Sydney, and all I want to do is kiss you.”
He waited for her to object, to step away. She pushed onto her toes and whispered, “No one’s stopping you.”
He pressed his lips to hers and his blood rushed through him at a maddening pace while he tightened his hold.
When the kiss ended, she said, “You make my knees go weak.”
“I can help with that,” he said.
A sly smile tugged on her sexy lips… lips he’d kissed, but not tasted.
“I’d be interested in that,” she whispered.
Again, he dipped down, kissed her, desire quickening through him.
“You’ve got the sexiest, rumbliest voice I’ve ever heard,” she rasped out.
As they stared into each other’s eyes, the song ended and a slow song began. With her gaze cemented on his, she kissed him, slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he tasted her for the first time.
And that’s when his engine roared to life. Everything in him rocketed into the stratosphere. He couldn’t hold her close enough, couldn’t stop caressing her back.
