One Hell of a Guy: The Cambion Trilogy, Book 1 Read Free Page B

if Miri was right and she was being too self-deprecating, the fact remained she wasn’t much of a dancer. But then he moved in close and slid his arm around her, placing his hand firmly on the small of her back and pulling her just close enough to smell him and feel the heat of his body, but not quite close enough to be indecent.
    Then he started to move … and it was so far beyond indecent Lily didn’t have a word for it. She didn’t really have any words for anything, because all the blood drained out of her head and rushed to answer the summons his body was sending out. He had some serious moves; she forgot to be self-conscious and let him fit her along the length of his body and move her however he wanted, losing herself in the music and the heat and the vibe that rolled off him like pure power. Somehow, her normal approach to dancing — just try not to move too much, and don’t show off — fell completely away as she followed his lead.
    Turns out I don’t do half-bad … with the right partner , she thought distractedly.
    Superman-handsome tilted his head down and put his mouth entirely too close to her ear. “What’s your name?” he said, so close his lips brushed against her.
    She shivered, then shook it off and replied. “Lily.”
    “Nice,” he said, and again his lips brushed against her, this time just in front of her ear where she was incredibly sensitive. “I’m Sebastian.”
    She had been sort of amused thinking of him as “Superman-handsome,” but Sebastian was nice too.
    “Do you like the club?” he asked, moving against her and then backing off, leaving her unsure again whether he was coming on to her or just dancing.
    “It’s nice,” she said. “Loud, but I like it.”
    “Loud’s the best part,” he said, and pulled back so she could see his face. He was smiling again and her stomach did a little spin when she saw the look in his eye. “I like it loud.”
    Is he making an innuendo? she thought, and smiled nervously. “Do you?”
    “Oh, yeah,” he said, and moved in close to her again, set his lips against her ear — more firmly this time, so she knew it was no accident. Her nerve endings sat up and sang the Hallelujah Chorus. “The louder the better.”
    The tempo of the music changed. It wasn’t much of a change — dance music was dance music was dance music, in her experience — but enough that she felt she’d fulfilled any obligation she had to dance. Time for a graceful exit. This guy was some kind of whack-job — women bored him, until he met one who told him no. Then he wanted her.
    No, wait , she thought. That’s not a whack-job. That’s pretty typical.
    And the worst part was, if she kept dancing with him, he was going to get what he wanted. Because every time his lips brushed along her ear, it roused something primal in her and she felt ready to rub herself against him like a cat in heat. What the hell was going on? This was not her. She didn’t grind herself on perfect strangers — even if they were, literally, perfect.
    She took a deliberate step back, out of his arms. “Well, you’re in luck,” she said, raising her voice to be heard despite the distance between them, “because it’s awfully loud in here. I actually think I’m going to head home; I’m getting a bit of a headache.”
    He looked at her with the same look as before, like she was speaking a foreign language. “You’re … leaving?” he asked, moving a step closer.
    “I believe I am, yes,” she said, moving a matching step back, nearly tripping over another dancer. He leaned forward to help her but she practically jumped to get away from him. Better to keep her nerve endings to herself, all things considered. She turned and hurried back to the bar, and Miri, though she could sense him following her.
    “Hey —” Miri began, but Lily cut her off.
    “I’m going home,” she said shortly.
    Miri raised an eyebrow, but she said nothing.
    Sebastian’s voice spoke behind her. “Let me