Hunting Evander

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An Excerpt From: HUNTING EVANDER

Copyright © KIM KNOX, 2010

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I pushed myself away from the safety of the wall and headed for the bar. If anyone had seen Van stash himself away, then it was likely to be one of the staff on duty.

I insinuated myself between the bodies, planted my elbows on the counter and ignored the press of hot flesh against mine. The heavy beat dulled around the bar and I eased out a relieved breath. I could almost think again. The glow only illuminated those immediately in front of it. I glanced to my right and a caught a woman gripping the bar rail with whitened fists, panting, her body bared and only the movement of shadows behind her. Who and what drew out her increasing moans, I had no idea.

I looked away to catch the attention of one of the staff and jerked forward as a hand curved across my ass, long, warm fingers teasing, dipping between my thighs to almost find my pussy. Another hand eased over my hip and a hard, male body pressed up against my spine. I didn´t look down, but the slow slide of fingers over my bare stomach, the push of them under my leather top to cup my breast had me breathing fast. My belly tightened and I tried not to push back against the man´s hand between my thighs. It had been too long since I´d had sex...and hell, the thought of losing myself in the anonymity of the festival was tempting. But I couldn´t. I had a mission to fulfill.