Cabe didn’t seem to care either. He was staring at me, a spark of amazement in his toffee eyes. My movements had halted, my body seeming to remember that it didn’t know how to dance, but Cabe shook his head, his hands catching in the dangling strands of my hair that hung between us. He tugged gently, bringing my face down to his.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered. “I don’t care about anyone else right now. You just lost yourself right before my eyes and I want to be lost with you like I want my next breath. Do it again, Seph. Take us away from here.”
His words melted into me, and I found my body obeying before my mind had even caught up. It wasn’t so easy to return to my dream-like haze when I was aware that Cabe was watching me, but I soon realised that it didn’t matter. My body didn’t want to float away with the music anymore. It wanted other things. It wanted to move in a different way. I gave my body what it wanted, feeling a rush of heat drop through me at Cabe’s soft groan.
He tugged the ends of my hair again and our mouths met. I wasn’t even sure who had initiated the kiss, only that the sensation of his lips crushing insistently against mine in that moment was the most incredible feeling in the world. I was technically in the worst position I had ever been in before in my life—and yet I had never felt more liberated. While everyone else was driven to restrict me, control me, punish me or protect me, Cabe only wanted to set me free.
I dug my fingers into his hair, holding on tightly as his tongue scraped against mine. He wasn’t grabbing me in any way, but I preferred it that way because my body was allowed to move however I wanted. My skin was burning and my dancing was bringing me closer and closer to Cabe, pressing and rubbing against him in search of a relief that spun constantly away, only deepening the burn in my limbs.
Cabe tore his mouth from mine with a breathy expletive. “Seph… pretty girl… no…” His head fell onto my shoulder, his hands gliding over my thighs until he was gripping just below the leather shorts I wore. “You need to stop now.”
“It feels good,” I mumbled. “I never get to feel good.”
“It feels too good.” His grip on my thighs turned painful, his fingers clenching. “You’re emotionally overcharged and you want an escape but no matter how badly I want to… I can’t take advantage of it right now.”
“Please,” I whispered, my head ducking so that I could whisper the word against his ear.
My voice sounded husky, needy, and I realised that he was right. I was acting out in some way, chasing whatever oblivion his body was promising mine, but I couldn’t help it. It was addictive, the drive to simply let go, the need to release all of the panic that constantly threatened to suffocate me.
I knew that words weren’t going to sway him, so I took the lobe of his ear between my teeth and tugged on it. His body tightened immediately, his head pulling back from my shoulder so that he could glare at me. I immediately wanted to hide away from him because I knew that I was every bit as messy on the outside as I had become on the inside. My eyes were damp with his looming rejection and my face felt hot with either shame or need, I wasn’t sure. I could feel that my lips had become swollen, and wondered what other signs of my looming insanity showed in my face. His eyes were all over me, taking in every detail, and then more, dipping inside me and knowing me. Just when I thought he would set me aside, his hands were palming my ass and his mouth was back on mine, his hips surging up to meet the slow reaction of my body. I felt immediately feverish, an inescapable quake in my limbs and a liquid fire in my veins; he caught each sound that escaped me, taking control of my body’s instinctual movements and guiding me toward a feeling that swept into me with the violence of a hurricane, leaving only the fluttering of debris to blow through my shattered body as I faced the fallout.
I slumped against him afterwards, trembling fiercely as my rampant heartbeat skipped and stuttered over itself. He cradled me to his chest and I no longer cared how strange this would look to whoever watched behind the cameras. I needed the comfort provided by the solidness of him after feeling as though the very ground had just been yanked from beneath me.
“You released your emotions to us,” Cabe whispered brokenly. “If Silas felt that… he’ll… he’ll be here.”
I blinked at him, the emotion still clogging my throat and my chest. His eyes were burning, his arms shaking as much as mine, but I could feel the coil of need that still thrummed from his body through the bond.
“You planned that?” I choked out.
He made a sound caught between a growl and a groan, his eyes flaring to life with even more heat. “I had to do it, Seph. I had to get you there before you pushed me too far in a room full of cameras.”