Free Between Love & Fire (Backstage #1) by Dani René Page B

sync as I laid back welcoming him as he nudged between my thighs. Our tongues glided sensually over each other in a seductive dance. With his body hovering over me, his one hand slipped down and gripped my hip. My molten core was a volcano waiting to erupt. The scorching lava flowed through my veins.
    My top had ridden up and his fingers finally came into contact with my skin. A low mewl escaped my lips, and he swallowed it in the kiss. With a leisurely caress, his fingertips found a path to the under-wire of my bra. He knew how to touch. Soft. Light. Making me moan into his mouth. My body arched up, towards him. He licked into me tasting me—and the wine—as I tasted him. I was drunk. Although wine had nothing to do with the heady feeling. He was claiming me with just this one kiss.
    “Callum.” His name came out softer than I meant. Breathy. Raspy. He knew I wanted him, and if I didn’t stop this now, we would do something we shouldn’t be doing. The moment was broken. The magic that spiraled around us dissipated and our eyes locked for the longest time.
    “Petal, I am sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I haven’t been so attracted to someone in a long time.” He moved off me and I sat up slowly. Immediately missing the heat of his body. Every inch of my skin tingled, and I noticed his rock hard length strain against his slacks.
    “Look, Callum, I’m sorry. It’s just…” He placed his hand on my knee, and another shock-wave traveled through me. When he peered up, my heart ached. He looked sad. If he only realized that I was never this attracted to anyone my whole life. Just with a kiss, a small touch my body came alive.
    “It’s okay, I understand.” I put my hand over his.
    “No, you don’t, I can’t do this. Romantic relationships with someone you work with can add extra pressure. More tension.”
    “That doesn’t bother me, Petal. Unless you have someone?” I glanced at him, a frown creased my eyebrows. Someone? When the realization hit me, I wanted to giggle.
    “God no! I haven’t had someone in years, I mean. I mean not… uhm… shit. I mean I am not seeing someone.” Abruptly I stood up. His stare was too much, too intense. My heart raced, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. “People will talk and I can’t afford to lose my job. You’re a rock star. What will people think? Your friends and family?” He got up, the irritation was visible in his features and in his stance. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. When he pulled me towards him. I stopped breathing. Our bodies were once again remarkably close and I couldn’t think straight.
    “Tayla, stop. Just for one-second stop and don’t worry about what everyone else will assume. Stop worrying about the rules. What the fuck do you want? Open yourself up and stop being so fucking stubborn.” Sky-blue eyes turned stormy, and it took him shouting at me to realize I wanted him to kiss me. Without another word his mouth crashed down on mine and I didn’t care. I didn’t stop him. Kissing him back, surprised by how much I wanted it. How much I wanted him.
    The past I worked so hard to keep buried better stay buried. Because if I was going to do this with him, he couldn’t know what happened.
     
    Glancing down, the lights shining on me hide the eyes that are glued to me. I swirl around the soft fabric holding me up in the air. Their hungry gazes are locked on my every move. They anticipate my movements, holding their breath. From this high up they can’t see the girl beneath the façade that I portray. The scars that have marred my skin. It’s okay. I did it to keep my sister safe. There isn’t a day that goes by I regret what I did. She was safe. This was my final performance. He made sure of it. His promise will be kept. There is no choice for me. I had to leave. The burn on my skin still aches from last night.
    I am upside down. He’s here. I can feel his filthy leer on me. I need to finish my routine. My heart shudders