Page 292 of Flirting with Darkness

Nova, on the other hand, took her drink and started walking toward the stairs.

Her entire back was bare except for a single strap holding the two sides together. Dex let his eyes take in the tattoo down her spine and the way it matched the one on her forearm, shoulder, and chest. Why the ink made her ten times hotter, he didn’t know. It’s not like she wasn’t already fucking gorgeous.

She drained the drink, set the glass on a table, and grabbed onto the nearest guy, putting his hands on her waist as she started to dance.

Dex bit back the growl he felt rising in his throat and wrapped his hand around her arm.

“Hey, man, don’t touch her like that.”

He turned and let his inner monster show through his eyes.

The guy ran off and Dex dragged Nova with him, making sure she only saw his white fire. She didn’t pull away and he was honestly shocked when she let him shove her against a wall in the darkest corner he could find.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, mouth against her ear to make sure she could hear the growl in his voice that he could no longer hide.

“I wanted to dance,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Immediately, he released her, not trusting himself.

Nova gave him a smirk that only pissed him off more, but she hadn’t lied to him.

“Are you going to scare off every man I try to spend time with?” she asked, giving him that sass again. “‘Cause if you are, just tell me and I’ll leave, you big baby.”

He slammed his hands against the wall, trapping her beneath him. “What did you call me?”

This fucking witch was going to get herself killed with that attitude.

“I called you a baby,” she told him, enunciating every word. Then she pushed him hard enough he stepped back. “Come on, don’t be a coward. Ask me what you really want to know.”

His hands turned into fists and Dex breathed hard as he tried to keep his eyes normal and keep his shit under control. He couldn’t afford to slip up here where humans could see him.

“Are you sure about that?” Dex was torn between killing her or kissing her.

If Nova wanted to play these games, then she’d better be very fucking sure about what she was getting herself into.

There it was, a flicker of doubt.

He stalked forward, driving her back into the shadows she loved so much until all he could see was the brightness of her blue eye and the dark purple lipstick against her white skin. When her back hit the wall, he grabbed her waist and yanked her forward until he could feel her body against his.

“I asked if you were sure.” Dex couldn’t stop staring at those lips.

Her chin came up then. “I’m sure.”

Dex grinned at that. “Oh, good.” He leaned down and smelled her hair. Thanks to the scent charm, he picked up nothing, but it was soft as silk and it took everything he had not to bury his hands in it.

“Have you been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about you?” he asked, making sure his lips brushed against her cheek.

The way she shivered nearly had him feral and desperate – something he’d never felt for anyone before. Dex didn’t know how to pull back with her this close. He couldn’t think straight and all he could see was her.

Nova’s hands came up and she gripped his suspenders. “Yes.” The way she tilted her head to give him better access to her neck made him lose it.

Dex raked his sharp teeth against that delicate skin, resisting the urge to mark her. He tightened his grip on her waist and she gasped, pressing into him.

Fuck, this was a bad idea.

He shoved her back into the wall and shifted his grip, so his hand was around her throat. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

There was a flash of shock and hurt in her eyes that cut him far deeper than he expected it to. Then her eyes narrowed, and she looked absolutely furious. “It’s none of your fucking business.”

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