She swallowed and stared back at the ballet in front of
her, but her attention was torn. His fingers brushed her long tresses off her
neck. The palm of his hand pushed flat against her skin and up into hair. He
pulled it gently, and as her head dipped backward, her eyes closed of their own
accord.
With his other hand, he laced their fingers together,
bringing her hand to his lips. He tenderly kissed each knuckle before drawing
her thumb gently between his teeth. She inhaled deeply.
He seemed to be enjoying himself as he kneaded the muscles
in her neck. He leaned forward toward her and planted a soft kiss on the
sensitive skin.
“Keep your eyes open. You don’t want to miss a second of
this,” he breathed softly.
Dear God! He was teasing her. This was sweet blissful
torture.
She could hardly concentrate. Keeping up with two things
at once, when one was tempting her with everything she wanted, was harder than
it seemed. She was glad that as the ballet drew to a close that she had seen it
before or else she would have been entirely lost to what was happening much of
the performance.
His touch was captivating, and she found she was a lost
cause when it came to this man. She hadn’t just forgotten the ballet that was
in front of her face; the world had disappeared all around her. In a sea of
people, there was just him.
The curtain dropped unexpectedly, bright lights flooded
the auditorium, and Trihn jolted upright. Preston sat up straight as if he
hadn’t just been working her into a frenzy with the lightest touches imaginable.
The smirk on his face was the only indication that anything was amiss.
As the curtain was raised and the dancers began to take
their bows, Trihn rose on shaky legs to give the ballet that she couldn’t
remember a standing ovation. Preston stood by her side, applauding. They
clapped until everyone left the stage and people started filing out.
She exited into the aisle, and Preston grabbed her hand
again.
“Hey, we’re not done,” he said. The words were suggestive
and were accented by his hand squeezing around her waist.
“Oh?” she managed to get out.
“Come on. I think you’ll like this surprise better.”
“Why is that?” she asked.
“Because I like to finish the things that I start.”
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~ About the Author ~
USA Today bestselling author K.A. Linde has written the Avoiding
series and the Record series as well as the new adult novels Following Me and
Take Me for Granted. She grew up as a military brat traveling the United States
and Australia. While studying political science and philosophy at the
University of Georgia, she founded the Georgia Dance Team, which she still
coaches. Post-graduation, she served as the campus campaign director for the
2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
An avid traveler, reader, and bargain hunter, K.A. lives in Athens, Georgia,
with her husband and two puppies, Riker and Lucy.
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