Madness or Love (Be With Me Book 1) by Selina Bodur Read Free Book Online Page A

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behind you at the end of each day, only to find out that you are in the latest
impersonal hotel room.”
    “Thank you for the cheer up,” he pouted.
    “I can give you one real moment, one night to hold on
to, a fraction of time to spend with a person who cares for you, a taste of
reality.”
    He touched her cheek with feather-light fingers.
“You’re right, as always.”
    She fought the overwhelming feeling to let go and give
in to the attraction. Humor was her only escape. “You’ve said you’ll be mine
for the night, so you don’t really have a choice.” Her smug smile hid the
turmoil in her heart.
    Ian decided to play along. “I did promise you the night,
and I’m all yours.”
    Was there a double meaning in his words, or was she
imagining things? “Great! We better get going, then. Don’t worry, I bought you
a cap. No one will recognize you.”
    “Why am I not surprised? You always plan to the last
insignificant detail.”
    “Yep, that’s me. Come on, we’ll be late.”
    Ian sighed. He admired Victoria’s energy, her free
spirit, her livid, vibrant aura, her bubbly laughter, but he was at the last of
his strength. He couldn’t resist her life force, though, and he gave in.
     
    * * *
     
    They stood in the corner of the dance floor, so close
to each other like they were surrounded by thousands. In fact, the small venue
was half full, and people were chatting in groups. The band had arrived moments
ago, and the boys were warming up and tuning the instruments. One could feel
the buzz in the air, the anticipation and eagerness as more people gathered in
front of the stage. Ian and Victoria didn’t move. They had found the perfect
spot to enjoy the performance and protect their privacy at the same time. The
band started playing some Nickelback cover, and the crowd sang along. The vibe
surged across the venue like a hit wave. Victoria glanced at Ian, finding him
humming quietly, moving his body with the beat.
    “I’ll get us some drinks,” she shouted in his ear.
    He nodded mindlessly, totally consumed by the
experience. She had been right to bring him out into the real world, and the
glow on his face was proof enough. She brought back a double bourbon on the
rocks and a pretty blue-green Midori and Smirnoff cocktail. The delicious
liquid exploded in her mouth—green bananas, juicy orange, and a pinch of
pineapple. No hint of alcohol at all.
    They could barely hear each other over the loud music,
so they gave up conversation and dived into the rhythm. Song after song she
felt her mind relax, and five glasses of the traitorous drink later, she was a
bit tipsy. She tried to focus through the dizziness and saw Ian’s hand wrapped
around her waist. The alcohol made her blood hotter, like blazing lava flowing
in her body. She felt the heat, the clenching of her lower stomach, the racing
heart in her chest. Her curves fit Ian’s body perfectly. Why was she fighting
the lust, again? She couldn’t think of an answer. She ran out of reasons why
they shouldn’t be together. He had no one in his life, and neither did she.
Both were single and clearly attracted to each other. Where was the problem? He
is your best friend, a tiny voice whispered. You are gonna lose him, came from the back of her mind, but the alcohol clouded and tuned out the sound
of her subconscious.
    Ian’s grip tightened, and he spread his fingers across
her belly. The response of Victoria’s body was instantaneous. The warmth of his
touch spread through her veins; her body craved to touch and to be touched, and
she let go. She leaned back, her head resting on his shoulder, so ready for
him, so desperate to feel whole again. Ian stopped breathing. The deafening
sound of their heartbeats, mixed into one, drowned every other tune around
them. She wanted to see him, to read his eyes, and turned around slowly until
they were face to face, so close that she could feel his ridged breathing on
her inflamed skin. Ian’s face betrayed no