Bent glanced briefly behind him.One of the Wonder Twins pushed through the crowd, searching frantically for him.He turned back to Sarah with a devilish grin spread across his face. “Let’s go someplace more private,” he whispered. He took Sarah’s hand — which caused her heart to flutter — and guided her along the wall of the dance floor. A bouncer stood guard near one of the back sections of the room. When the bouncer saw their wristbands, he automatically stepped aside to allow them to pass. They entered a mini lounge. Neon lights flickered off and on across the walls and ceiling. A long velvet couch was set against one wall with an elegant rug and table in the center. A sign on the wall near the entrance read, The Cave. Bent scooped Sarah into his arms and carried her over to the couch. Luckily the drinks had calmed Sarah’s nerves. Otherwise she would have been trembling. “Bent? We aren’t going to…you know?” Sarah stammered. She eyed the couch. He tipped back his head and did his bell-like laugh. “The thought did cross my mind.” His eyes narrowed. “But for now, I only want to play.” He tossed her down onto the couch. Sarah let out a slight shriek as her back hit against the soft couch cushions. This room was much darker than it had been on the dance floor. She could barely see Bent as he practically jumped onto the couch with her. She couldn’t help but start to laugh. He was so excited. But her thoughts stilled instantly as he dragged both of her arms above her head and pinned them there with his hand. “I have been dreaming of rough housing with you on a couch since we first met,” he said. His voice was barely audible over the loud music. Sarah sucked in her breath. She recalled his haughty stare when she had first attempted to speak with him about his country, South Fortland. He’d wanted her since then? “Just playing though, right?” Sarah reminded him. The alcohol seemed to be evaporating by the second from her system. He laughed again, his eyes twinkling more than ever in the dim light. He ran a finger down her cheek. “Do you really think so little of me?”She didn’t have a chance to respond. His head dipped down below her chin. His mouth feverishly began to explore the sensitive skin along her neck. As Sarah’s eyes closed, she felt his fingers unclasp several more buttons of her costume. But instead of feeling panic, she felt her body relax. She knew, instinctively, she could trust him. He pulled her costume loose and pushed the flimsy material to the side. His lips found the soft flesh of her exposed belly. He sank his teeth lightly into her skin, nibbling hungrily. Sarah flinched at his touch, willing herself to remain calm. She dug her hands into the arm of the couch behind her. “Your skin tastes amazing,” he murmured. He released her wrists and ran his warm hands over her hips. He cautiously inched her dress higher. With agonizing slowness, his fingertips slid up and down each of her legs. “You’re so enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sarah said. She wasn’t sure why she was teasing him. It had to be the alcohol. “Are you tempting me to go further?” His words sounded like a warning. Sarah flinched again as his strong hands clamped down on both sides of her face. He pinned himself firmly on top of her and coaxed her mouth open with his tender tongue. “You can trust me,” he said. With a low moan, he jammed his tongue deep inside her mouth. The kiss actually burned. His lips felt like they were on fire. Sarah’s chin tilted upwards. She gasped for air as she accepted his kiss. He rolled her body sideways so that his hands could freely roam over her. She heard something fall to the floor and realized, with a start, it had been her costume. But she forgot all about it as he guided her hands to his glorious, sweaty skin. He maneuvered her into a sitting position directly on top of him. Even in the darkness, she could see the vibrant glow of his bright white teeth. His smile, alone, sent electrifying little chills through her. “Here, I’m giving you complete control now.” His eyes continued to sparkle, tormenting her with his incredible amount of confidence. Sarah shivered. “What do you want me to do?” She immediately cursed herself for giving away how inexperienced she was. But Bent only laughed. She could feel the vibrations of his laughter beneath her. He stroked the side of her bare leg. “Do anything you want. But you’d better hurry. I’m awfully hungry.” He lifted the side of her leg and bit down hard. “Ow!” Sarah giggled. She swatted his cheek with her hand. He grabbed her fingers and shoved them into his mouth. Sarah gasped. “I need those!” She tugged her fingers out of his mouth, giggling heartily. He groaned, kissing her fingertips. He moved her hand to his chest. “Your turn.” Sarah was grateful for the darkness. It hid how red her face was at that moment. It’s okay. This is Bent! she thought, willing herself to be as confident as he was. She slowly bent over his glistening chest, aware that he was staring intently at her. Opening her mouth, she very cautiously ran her tongue along his toned stomach. Wow! He tasted delicious. His skin was like buttery melted honey. She rubbed her nose against his neck, letting her tongue explore his broad shoulders. She felt him wrap his arms around her waist, pushing her hips against his.His body trembled beneath her. “Your little tongue is driving me wild,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.Sarah giggled and gently removed his arms. She tucked them behind his head, just as he had done to her. “No touching. You gave me control, remember?” He shut his eyes and groaned again, causing her body to shudder.She took a deep breath and traced her fingers along the smooth curves of his hard chest muscles. She couldn’t help but marvel at his superior strength. She felt him jerk beneath her as she grazed her teeth from one side of his chest to the other. “Go lower,” he urged.Sarah paused, her face flaming. “I’m not going that low,” she said. He burst out laughing then, his body shaking her like an earthquake. “I wish you would, but I respect you too much,” he teased. Sarah smiled. She ran her finger along his stomach, toying with the waistband of his silk scrubs. She lifted the waistband and snapped it down hard against his skin. His body jolted under her. “Ouch! Did you enjoy that?” he laughed, though his breath was ragged now.Sarah tossed back her head and giggled. “I’m sorry. But you totally deserved that.” He sat up then and kissed her forehead, causing her hips to slide against his. “Fine. I’ll be a perfect gentleman now.” He winked and dropped back down onto the couch. Be brave! she thought. He’s just a boy. He’s JUST A BOY.