CAPTURED CHAPTER ONE SNEaK PEEK CONTINUED...
“Earth to Leo!” Ciarra poked me, and I tore my focus off her sister, not realizing I’d been staring again.
Life had stirred in my groin for the first time in weeks from that short-lived fantasy.
“Don’t get any ideas. We may be twins, but we’re nothing alike. And I mean nothing.”
“She’s a wild one, huh?” I couldn’t help but glance Nissa’s way even though Ciarra’s words meant her sister wouldn’t compare to how perfect I’d found Addilyn to be.
“Then again…” Ciarra trailed off, and I turned my attention back on her upturned face to find a calculated glint in her eyes.
“What?” I asked, my voice wary to my own ears.
“Oh my God, why didn’t I think of this before! You’re just what she needs.”
“I don’t—”
“Come on.” Ciarra grabbed my hand once more and led me toward Nissa and the guy she maneuvered around the dance floor. He had tattoos up one side of his neck and a hoop through his eyebrow.
Nissa definitely wasn’t my type from all the wild stories Ciarra had told me, and I obviously wasn’t hers seeing as how the guy she danced with was my polar opposite looks-wise.
What was Ciarra thinking?
That cliff I’d felt myself approaching loomed closer, and a sense of danger prickled across my scalp. Wariness rose inside me. While self-preservation should have brought out my lighter persona in order to escape, I couldn’t rouse that Leo to the surface.
“I’m cutting in!” Ciarra announced, all chipper and breathless with giggles. Sliding in between her sister and the tattoo dude, she broke them apart. “Nissa, Leo. Leo, Nissa, my brat twin sister,” she introduced with a wave of her hand between us.
Ciarra spun a startled new partner away from me and her sister who growled a curse under her breath.
Swallowing hard, I looked down at the tiny thing in front of me standing with her hands on her hips. Brown eyes with flecks of gold tore off Ciarra and flashed up at me, tying my tongue. Even if I’d hoped to joke my way out of the uncomfortable situation, Nissa obliterated that feigned part of me with one glance.
A smirk slowly lifted a corner of her lips as the irritation dissolved from her face. “Well, well, well.” Her eyes took a slow once-over of my body.
Every inch of me tightened beneath her lingering perusal down my blue shirt and tie and black dress pants even as her body relaxed, draining of the annoyance she’d exhibited toward her sister for breaking up her dance.
“Aren’t you a tasty morsel.” She breathed the words with enough suggestion that my waking groin took note.
“I-I’m sorry?” I choked out, sure I’d heard her wrong—all while reminding my dick I did not like forward girls who promised drama galore.
Nissa pressed in close to me with a purr, wrapping her arms around my neck, making herself right at home in my personal space. The scent of coconuts swarmed over me, and my nostrils flared in an attempt to suck her deeper into my lungs.
My hands found her slim waist without thought, and I told myself it was because we were on a dance floor surrounded by dozens of other couples swaying to the music, not because I lusted for a taste of her.
The heat of her skin radiated through the silk separating my palms and fingertips from contact, and I had to fight off a sudden, possessive rush of want.
“Mmm.” She wiggled the slightest bit, brushing over my cock that had a mind of his own. “Tell me you have a tattoo somewhere on this gorgeous body.”
Her husky tone and the softness against my groin made my brain buzz better than any alcohol. I couldn’t find it in myself to make light of her question. “Um…no?”
“A piercing down below?”
I grimaced, but even the idea of a needle getting close to my cock didn’t help it deflate. “Hell no.”
“Are you any good between the sheets?” she asked, one manicured eyebrow rising in a provocative arch.
I stared, fighting to find a reply while silently telling my libido to fuck off.
Ciarra’s twin was nothing but a siren set on reeling in a man’s heart and clawing it to shreds before tossing him to the side.
“I’ve never heard a complaint,” I heard myself state the truth.
A smart man would have ended the dance and walked away. My brain had its shit together, but my body refused to seek out safety.
“Hmm.” Nissa’s gaze narrowed, but the heat of lust didn’t fade from her eyes. “Are you a humble guy…or just confident?”
Telling her I was both wouldn’t appear humble at all, and even though my instincts yelled for me to flee, she’d already snagged my attention enough that I stubbornly stayed put regardless of the warning bells clanging in my head.
Besides, taking off and leaving her alone on the crowded dance floor of starry-eyed couples would draw attention to her and might embarrass her. And if nothing else since my moody nature had taken center stage, I was definitely a gentleman.
“How long are you here for?” I asked, deciding to focus on small talk until the song ended and I could escape her tantalizing eyes and sensuous mouth.
Her slow smile returned as her dark lashes fluttered. “Hasn’t my perfect little sister told you? I moved here three days ago.”
Shit.
Again with the intentional pressing of our lower bodies—her fault, not mine as I tried to keep swaying in time with the music.
I stared down at Nissa while she continued to smile up at me, her eyes luminous and flirty enough to keep my blood hot even though I warned my dick off the woman.
Nissa was trouble, pure and simple. With how quickly she’d captured my attention, I feared one taste would lead me down a path toward the whole it’s not you, it’s me chat that ended with me attempting to patch my heart back up.
But I couldn’t find the willpower to put space between our tightly pressed bodies, couldn’t keep from focusing on her mouth and groaning when she licked her lower lip.
The song slowly faded, and another dance beat thrummed the air.
Time to walk away, but we both stood frozen, wrapped up in the warm cocoon of each other’s arms. My heart thrummed in time with the heavy bass, every pulse of blood throbbing in my balls.
Her pupils dilated, and she sucked her lower lip between her teeth.
My length jerked against her, and I swallowed hard to keep my resulting groan contained.
“I’m thirsty.” Nissa stepped back and took my hand, and I found myself trailing along behind her on numb legs like a lamb to slaughter toward that damn free fall to my death. The softness of her palm against mine promised sweet caresses, the sure steps in those silver heels taken without hesitation.
My gaze trailed from the top of her dark head down the long tresses allowing me glimpses of red silk.
And that ass…
Goddamn, those small flexing cheeks would look amazing with my fingerprints all over them.
She came to a stop in front of me while a low moan still rumbled in my chest. “White Zin,” Nissa told the bartender. “Leo?” She busted me for salivating over her backside with a glance over her shoulder.
Clearing my throat, I found my voice to ask for water.
Our gazes held while the bartender fulfilled our orders, our hands still firmly clasped as though neither of us wanted to break the contact. Heat seemed to crackle the air around us, and I became desperate to rip off my tie.
The bartender returned, intruding on our moment of stifling silence and causing the physical connection between us, at least, to end. The tension only heightened.
Drinks in hand, our eyes once more met.
“To the night ahead,” Nissa murmured, her voice oozing sexual intent.
I clinked my glass to hers, scrambling for something goofy to say while taking a sip—but she wasn’t done.
“May it be filled with lots of fucking and multiple orgasms.”
I choked on my mouthful of water.
What the hell had Ciarra been thinking?
Life had stirred in my groin for the first time in weeks from that short-lived fantasy.
“Don’t get any ideas. We may be twins, but we’re nothing alike. And I mean nothing.”
“She’s a wild one, huh?” I couldn’t help but glance Nissa’s way even though Ciarra’s words meant her sister wouldn’t compare to how perfect I’d found Addilyn to be.
“Then again…” Ciarra trailed off, and I turned my attention back on her upturned face to find a calculated glint in her eyes.
“What?” I asked, my voice wary to my own ears.
“Oh my God, why didn’t I think of this before! You’re just what she needs.”
“I don’t—”
“Come on.” Ciarra grabbed my hand once more and led me toward Nissa and the guy she maneuvered around the dance floor. He had tattoos up one side of his neck and a hoop through his eyebrow.
Nissa definitely wasn’t my type from all the wild stories Ciarra had told me, and I obviously wasn’t hers seeing as how the guy she danced with was my polar opposite looks-wise.
What was Ciarra thinking?
That cliff I’d felt myself approaching loomed closer, and a sense of danger prickled across my scalp. Wariness rose inside me. While self-preservation should have brought out my lighter persona in order to escape, I couldn’t rouse that Leo to the surface.
“I’m cutting in!” Ciarra announced, all chipper and breathless with giggles. Sliding in between her sister and the tattoo dude, she broke them apart. “Nissa, Leo. Leo, Nissa, my brat twin sister,” she introduced with a wave of her hand between us.
Ciarra spun a startled new partner away from me and her sister who growled a curse under her breath.
Swallowing hard, I looked down at the tiny thing in front of me standing with her hands on her hips. Brown eyes with flecks of gold tore off Ciarra and flashed up at me, tying my tongue. Even if I’d hoped to joke my way out of the uncomfortable situation, Nissa obliterated that feigned part of me with one glance.
A smirk slowly lifted a corner of her lips as the irritation dissolved from her face. “Well, well, well.” Her eyes took a slow once-over of my body.
Every inch of me tightened beneath her lingering perusal down my blue shirt and tie and black dress pants even as her body relaxed, draining of the annoyance she’d exhibited toward her sister for breaking up her dance.
“Aren’t you a tasty morsel.” She breathed the words with enough suggestion that my waking groin took note.
“I-I’m sorry?” I choked out, sure I’d heard her wrong—all while reminding my dick I did not like forward girls who promised drama galore.
Nissa pressed in close to me with a purr, wrapping her arms around my neck, making herself right at home in my personal space. The scent of coconuts swarmed over me, and my nostrils flared in an attempt to suck her deeper into my lungs.
My hands found her slim waist without thought, and I told myself it was because we were on a dance floor surrounded by dozens of other couples swaying to the music, not because I lusted for a taste of her.
The heat of her skin radiated through the silk separating my palms and fingertips from contact, and I had to fight off a sudden, possessive rush of want.
“Mmm.” She wiggled the slightest bit, brushing over my cock that had a mind of his own. “Tell me you have a tattoo somewhere on this gorgeous body.”
Her husky tone and the softness against my groin made my brain buzz better than any alcohol. I couldn’t find it in myself to make light of her question. “Um…no?”
“A piercing down below?”
I grimaced, but even the idea of a needle getting close to my cock didn’t help it deflate. “Hell no.”
“Are you any good between the sheets?” she asked, one manicured eyebrow rising in a provocative arch.
I stared, fighting to find a reply while silently telling my libido to fuck off.
Ciarra’s twin was nothing but a siren set on reeling in a man’s heart and clawing it to shreds before tossing him to the side.
“I’ve never heard a complaint,” I heard myself state the truth.
A smart man would have ended the dance and walked away. My brain had its shit together, but my body refused to seek out safety.
“Hmm.” Nissa’s gaze narrowed, but the heat of lust didn’t fade from her eyes. “Are you a humble guy…or just confident?”
Telling her I was both wouldn’t appear humble at all, and even though my instincts yelled for me to flee, she’d already snagged my attention enough that I stubbornly stayed put regardless of the warning bells clanging in my head.
Besides, taking off and leaving her alone on the crowded dance floor of starry-eyed couples would draw attention to her and might embarrass her. And if nothing else since my moody nature had taken center stage, I was definitely a gentleman.
“How long are you here for?” I asked, deciding to focus on small talk until the song ended and I could escape her tantalizing eyes and sensuous mouth.
Her slow smile returned as her dark lashes fluttered. “Hasn’t my perfect little sister told you? I moved here three days ago.”
Shit.
Again with the intentional pressing of our lower bodies—her fault, not mine as I tried to keep swaying in time with the music.
I stared down at Nissa while she continued to smile up at me, her eyes luminous and flirty enough to keep my blood hot even though I warned my dick off the woman.
Nissa was trouble, pure and simple. With how quickly she’d captured my attention, I feared one taste would lead me down a path toward the whole it’s not you, it’s me chat that ended with me attempting to patch my heart back up.
But I couldn’t find the willpower to put space between our tightly pressed bodies, couldn’t keep from focusing on her mouth and groaning when she licked her lower lip.
The song slowly faded, and another dance beat thrummed the air.
Time to walk away, but we both stood frozen, wrapped up in the warm cocoon of each other’s arms. My heart thrummed in time with the heavy bass, every pulse of blood throbbing in my balls.
Her pupils dilated, and she sucked her lower lip between her teeth.
My length jerked against her, and I swallowed hard to keep my resulting groan contained.
“I’m thirsty.” Nissa stepped back and took my hand, and I found myself trailing along behind her on numb legs like a lamb to slaughter toward that damn free fall to my death. The softness of her palm against mine promised sweet caresses, the sure steps in those silver heels taken without hesitation.
My gaze trailed from the top of her dark head down the long tresses allowing me glimpses of red silk.
And that ass…
Goddamn, those small flexing cheeks would look amazing with my fingerprints all over them.
She came to a stop in front of me while a low moan still rumbled in my chest. “White Zin,” Nissa told the bartender. “Leo?” She busted me for salivating over her backside with a glance over her shoulder.
Clearing my throat, I found my voice to ask for water.
Our gazes held while the bartender fulfilled our orders, our hands still firmly clasped as though neither of us wanted to break the contact. Heat seemed to crackle the air around us, and I became desperate to rip off my tie.
The bartender returned, intruding on our moment of stifling silence and causing the physical connection between us, at least, to end. The tension only heightened.
Drinks in hand, our eyes once more met.
“To the night ahead,” Nissa murmured, her voice oozing sexual intent.
I clinked my glass to hers, scrambling for something goofy to say while taking a sip—but she wasn’t done.
“May it be filled with lots of fucking and multiple orgasms.”
I choked on my mouthful of water.
What the hell had Ciarra been thinking?
