Touch Me by Tamara Hogan

Author:Tamara Hogan [Hogan, Tamara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-06-15T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

“Bailey?”

Whirling around at the sound of Sasha’s voice, she lost her balance, face-planting into the muscled chest of the world-class flirt she’d found standing at the lip of the stage.

“Whoa.” He steadied her with a laugh, clamping her to his long, hard body. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Damn it, Sasha wasn’t here; her voice was in her head—in the earpiece—swirling around with all the others. “I’m fine.” She rubbed her forehead and cheeks against his sheer excuse for a shirt, smelling the slightest hint of rosemary. Made sense, because he was a chef.

A vampire chef. Who knew?

A very hot vampire chef. Tall, verging on thin, his well-worn leather pants clung like a second skin, and his dark hair, already damp at the temples, fell to wide shoulders. Somehow the gleam of sweat rendered him more attractive rather than less. He’d kept his fangs very politely sheathed during their conversation, even when she’d told him he’d probably have to move before the show started due to security considerations.

The house lights dimmed slightly, and the house DJ turned up the volume. Tendrils of sound bloomed and twined. His body heat leached into her through the leather.

She swallowed down a moan. She knew he’d gone through the weapons detector like everyone else, but with a body like his, who needed one—

“Bailey?”

Not in her head this time. Not leaving the vamp’s arms, she looked back over her shoulder. Tonight, Sasha wore her short black and fuchsia hair spiked to the heavens, and had paired tight black pants with a black leather bikini top adorned with tiny studs and chains. “Sasha! Hi, Sasha!” When she turned back toward the vamp, her nose grazed…was that a nipple ring? Holy Mother. “This is my friend Sasha.” Craning her neck, she looked up, way up, into his bewitching eyes. “This is...” She blinked. Blanked. “What's your name again?”

“Chadden.”

Thankfully he sounded amused rather than insulted. Her father would be horrified at her rudeness, disappointed in her once again, but The Reverend wasn’t here and would never be here, in this place where beings whose existence he couldn’t acknowledge caressed in the shadows, danced with glee, and touched without guilt or talk of sin.

Sasha eyed her closely. “Sorry, Chad. She’s buzzed.”

“No problem, Sasha.” His arms, looped around her waist, loosened slightly. “Who’s my adorable new pal here?” He grinned down at her, exposing the tips of his fangs. “You'd fit right in my pocket, wouldn't you, tidbit?”

“No, she wouldn't,” Sasha muttered. “Your pants are too tight.”

Bailey nudged her hips against the vamp’s. Nope, just right.

Sasha covered one of her own ears with her hand. “Lukas? Jack? Problem.”

“Go.”

Lukas still sounded crabby.

“Bailey's intoxicated, didn't get her meds.”

And she felt so light and free, the useless guilt floating up, up and away. “Hi, Lukas!” she sang out.

“Damn it.”

“Jack? Is that Jack?” She leaned toward Sasha. “Do you know what the women at work call Lukas and Jack? ‘Beef’ and ‘Cake.’ Beef because Lukas is so big, and cake because Jack is so pretty. Beefcake. Get it? Get it?”

Sasha dodged her nudging elbow.

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