Adj. Lustful or sensual

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Luna James

The world around me whirled by as Amon spun me to the music.  I felt trapped in my own body while we danced to the passionate tempo and I couldn't help but think that he had requested the song.  I made the conclusion that my subconscious wanted to dance with him.  He had such a powerful aspect about him that drew me in, despite his lack of manners.  No one had ever spoken to me the way he did.  No one had ever dared to grab me the way he had either.  But he held no look of regret on his smug face while he dipped me.

I felt my heel trace up his leg as he held me there, bent backwards in his embrace.  His free hand slid down my neck eliciting tingles throughout my body and came to a brief pause over my collar bone.  The way his gaze sharpened over my exposed flesh made my heart beat faster.  As if sensing this, he pulled me back up against him and allowed me to take control. 

I couldn't believe I was taking charge the way I was.  This stranger ran his hands down my sides while I turned to press my back against his chest.  His lips came to rest against the hollow of my throat while he murmured, "You dance beautifully, love."

My heart rate picked up more at the compliment and I found myself reaching up to slide my own hands down the nape of his neck and across his pecks as I dropped lower to the ground.  It was as if all my shame and conservativeness evaporated and was replaced with pure raw passion.  Amon eyed me hungrily when I spun back around and he took the lead again.  His rough hand crept up my thigh, moving the fabric upwards in it's wake. 

Just as it was about to reach the hem of my black lace panties, the song stopped and he retracted his touch and straightened.  "Thank you for the dance, Luna.  I look forward to our next encounter." He bowed and fixed his tie. 

"I-" I blinked and like that he was gone.  I rubbed my temples and groaned as an unexpected headache came over me.

Looking around, I found him on the second floor balcony, overlooking the crowd with satisfaction plastered across his face.  John stood beside him, sipping a flute of champagne while talking with him.  I noted the way Amon smiled all the while John shook his head and pursed his lips.

"Luna!" Christopher shouted over the music.  "What the hell was that about?" He glared up at the man whose gaze had settled back on mine, his eyes narrowing.

"I-I don't know." I answered honestly.  I looked away from Amon and to Christopher. Noticing his glare had shifted to me I widened my eyes.  "Brayden just said he had to go home." I defended.

"Brayden came here tonight just for you.  I highly doubt he would just up and leave this early unless something happened."  He took a step closer to me.  "I know all about what happened between you and Mark.  Don't fuck my brother up like you did him." His voice dropped low and threatening.

I bit my lip and moved away from him.  "You don't know anything about Mark." I shoved past him, not bothering to look back at him or the balcony.

Alex caught a glimpse of my expression and hurried to my side.  By the way she walked I judged she had twice as much to drink as me.  "Is everything okay?" She slurred, concern filling her glassy eyes.

I put on my best fake smile and nodded.  "He was just wondering where Brayden went.  I'm going to sit down for a little though, I'm not feeling so well."

Alex pouted but gave me a reassuring hug.  "It's your birthday, if you want to leave just say so and I promise we'll go." She pulled back to search my eyes but I shook my head.

"I'm fine, I swear.  I just need to get off my feet.  These heels are killing me." I laughed and lifted my shoes one by one to show her the absurd height.

She laughed along with me and helped me over to the booth to sit.  "I'll have someone bring you another drink.  You have to keep up with me!" She bumped her curvy hip into mine and took off, weaving through the crowd.

I sighed, grateful for the temporary break in human interaction.  All of my friends had partners to dance with and moved fluidly across the floor with grins stretched wide.  I didn't envy them, I wasn't in need of a partner.  I rather enjoyed being single and making my own decisions without feeling the need to compromise with anyone else.  Dependency didn't suit me.

"Not feeling up to dancing anymore?" I drooped my head in my hands at the voice.  Amon walked over to stand beside me.

"No." I faced away from him.  My gut instinct told me not to look at him again.

"I wanted to apologise for my behavior earlier.  Perhaps you're unaware of just how beautiful you are. Some say that beauty can drive a man mad." Despite my attempts to keep my eyes downcast from his I found it impossible and tilted my head to look at him peripherally.  I could see him move closer, tapping his left hand on the shiny table.  "Or perhaps you are completely aware."

"Did you come over here just to tell me how pretty I am?" I asked annoyed that he had nothing other than my looks to compliment.

Amon drew his brows together in surprise and hurt.  "On the contrary, I have more than just your physicality to compliment." He took a seat across from me, my eyes wandered to his involuntarily.  "For example your voice.  The way you sing, it's like nothing I've ever heard before.  It's extraordinary.  The way you can move on the dancefloor was exquisite.  I don't find many women who can keep up with me, but you, you did it as easy as breathing." His ringed hand played with the shot glass he'd brought over with him.

I tried to maintain an unreadable expression as I slid a manicured finger up the condensation of my own glass.  "So I'm pretty, I can sing, and you like the way I dance.  Is that all?" I sipped the neon pink straw while keeping my eyes on him.  I didn't miss the gulp he tried to cover with the clearing of his throat.

Amon leaned forward accepting the challenge.  "I like how soft and youthful your skin feels when you trailed your hands over my neck.  I like how your heart would beat faster everytime my lips touched your ear.  The way you sip your drink while you look at me with your big brown doe eyes.  The shape of your lips and the color you painted over them.  My favorite color." A feeling low in my stomach began to stir.  A feeling I hadn't felt since Mark.  The straw slipped from my lips and rolled around the rim of the glass.  "I can't help but wonder," he leaned over the table, "what that color would look like on me."

I bit my lower lip and felt my entire being warm at his words.  He was arrogant and cocky, but he was undeniably handsome and the way he spoke in his accent made me melt.  "Do you?" It came out as a whisper.

His hand lifted to trace along my jawline.  "Oh yes," he spoke quietly in a rasp, "very much I do."

The tension was so strong when he took his hand away that I found myself leaning after his touch.  I mentally shook my thoughts away and took another long sip to busy my mouth.  Amon looked over to the dancefloor to all my friends that were staring in our direction.  "Well Luna James, it would appear I've drawn enough attention to myself for one evening." He stood and I rose from my seat to see him off.

His eyes glazed over as his hand swept my hair behind my shoulder, lingering on the flesh.  "It was nice to meet you, Amon." I said politely.

His pink lips turned upwards at the corners.  "It was an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss James." Without warning he snatched up my right hand and pressed a kiss against my knuckles.  "I hope to see you again.  Very soon." He added under his breath so quietly that I wasn't sure I was meant to hear.

Before I could respond to him, Alex and Jeffree were behind me frantically tapping on my shoulder.  I whirled around to see Jeffree holding Alex up under her arms.  "What happened?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

"Nothing." Jeffree rolled his eyes.  "I just caught her puking on the stairs and thought that was our cue to head back." Alex lifted her head but let it drop back down like a ragdoll.

I shook my head at her and clicked my tongue. "Too much to drink?" I bent down to her level.

"Mmm." She groaned in response.

"I'll meet you guys in the car, I'm just going to go thank everyone for coming out tonight." Jeffree didn't hesitate to carry Alex out of the club like a child.  When I turned back around Amon was still standing patiently.

"Time for you to go?" He cocked a brow.

"My ride is leaving.  I just need to go tell everyone we're taking off." He swiveled to the side to let me pass without a word.  I didn't waste any time in making my rounds.  Christopher was the only one who pretended not to hear me.  I ignored him, knowing he was just mad about his brother's abrupt departure.  When I walked back to the booth to make sure I hadn't left anything, Amon was holding my pink rhinestone cell phone and Alex's wallet.

"Don't want to leave these lying around in here." He smirked and handed them to me.

"Thank you.  I don't know why we even brought those in." I laughed nervously, clutching the objects to my chest in my tipsy haze so I wouldn't drop them. 

"You're welcome." His accent painted each word for me and I looked into his cobalt eyes one last time before leaving, debating on whether or not to do what I wanted to so badly.

"Tell your brother this place is amazing.  I'll be sure to come back sometime." I twirled a wavy strand of hair between the fingers in my free hand. 

"He'll be delighted to hear that." His smile widened.

Taking a nervous breath in, I stepped closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek above the dirty blonde trimmed beard he wore.  My actions surprised him as much as it did me so I quickly clicked my heels toward the exit before he could say anything.  The warm night air hit me and I inhaled deeply. It was stuffy in the club with all the bodies around, but now there were only a few groups roaming the streets.

"Over here!" I looked to my right to see Jeffree had parked the car down the street.  His toned arm was waving for me from the window. 

I jogged over, doing my best not to trip on a crack in the pavement.  Jeffree jumped out and opened the back door for me while I slid inside.  "So, Luna," he looked back at me from the rearview mirror.

"Why can I already tell I'm about to get a lecture?" He handed me back a bottle of water to drink on the way home.  I quickly opened it and downed half before he could start up again.

Jeffree shook his head and laughed.  "I was only going to say that I was curious who you were talking to all night.  After Brayden left you started flirting with some older guy." His brow quirked up.

"I wasn't flirting!" I surprised myself with my tone.  "He was flirting." I finished childishly.

"Really?" He turned the radio all the way down and angled the back mirror to point directly at me.  "I saw you two dancing.  I almost came over to offer you a condom."

I let my head fall into my hands in embarrassment.  Truthfully I didn't know what came over me.  One minute I was trying to sit down and get away from him and the next I was running my hands up his neck.  "Jeffree." I groaned.

He raised his hands in surrender.  "Okay okay, I won't tease you.  I was just curious is all.  I know your type and that guy was it."

I buried my head in my hands.  "I don't have a type." I mumbled.

"Bullshit." He called out with an incredulous look.  "I've known you and Alex since we were kids.  I know you only ever go for older guys.  And that guy looked way older than you."

"So what.  Lots of guys are older than me." I brushed off his comment and directed my attention to the passing cars.

Jeffree didn't drop it.  "True, but the facial hair, the blue eyes, the towering over you in your crazy high fuck me shoes, I mean for fuck sake the dude has a foreign accent.  He's right up your alley." His eyes flitted from the road back to me.  I held a smile back at how right he was.  "I hope you at least got his phone number."

I sighed, more to myself than in reply.  "No.  I didn't." The confession gave me an off feeling.  The man I had met had been cocky and aggressive in his dominating way, but it only added to my intrigue.

Jeffree slammed on his breaks and whipped his head around to look at me.  Alex's drunken body rolled forward from the momentum.  "Are you fucking kidding me?  You didn't get his number? Did you give him yours?" I shook my head solemnly.  "Good thing it was a nice club.  Looks like we'll be going back to it soon." He commented and pressed on the gas pedal again.

My eyes began to flutter closed the further we drove and suddenly I found myself encased in darkness in a world of vivid dreams.