Amabel's POV
We got out of the taxi at Club LA with the glass windows and white and blue lights shining through the windows. An entire line of people was in line to get their turn in the club. Gwen texted Jeremy, the DJ saying:
Hey Jer. We're here. Front door. See you.
The security men, who watched the entrances, wore black shirts to emphasize their huge chests. They were very big men. "Hey, we're here under the name Jeremy. He's the DJ," Gwen explained to them. "Wait in line like everyone else," one said with an attitude. Then, Jeremy came out and tapped on their shoulders saying, "Hey guys, it's okay. They're with me."
Gwen nodded her head to the side as if she was saying I told you so and went inside. The people outside got impatient and tried to push themselves in. But the security was too tight. The loud booming of the music could be heard for blocks. Jeremy opened the big wooden doors and then the noise became louder and more clear. Lights flashing with a party ball reflecting circles on the floor and the people on the dance floor. The smell of alcohol entered my nose. The current song was over until it started playing Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO ft. Lauren Bennett, GoonRock. I got goosebumps over my entire body, moving in with the rhythm of the song.
"This is awesome!" I yelled to Gwen. "It is right! Do you want something to drink!" I nodded and took Gwen's hand, leading me to the bar. "Two red Sangrias, please!" Gwen asked the bartender. A very cute guy with blonde hair and blue eyes wearing black pants, a white button shirt, and a loose black tie around his neck, called Oliver. When he gave them their drinks he winked at Gwen with a naughty smile.
"I think he's into you!" I half yelled in Gwen's ear. Gwen took a sip of her drink and blushed. She was into him too. She kept her eye on him the entire time as he moved forward and backward to people wanting drinks at the bar.
"Well, he is really, really gorgeous!"
I gave a shy giggle and said, "Well, go for it!" Gwen glanced at the bartender and moved to where he was and then I decided to join the dance floor. I slowly lifted my arms, sliding from my waist, to my neck lifting my hair up and then in the air and rocked my hips to the side on the beat. I loved the feeling of my hair falling down on my shoulders. The pleasant feeling of the wind in my neck.
When the song was over, I went back to the bar and took another few sips of my drink. But I couldn't resist when they played my favorite song, For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert.
I looked around, trying to find Gwen and then I saw her and Oliver dancing together and shook my head with a smile. Then, the dance floor pulled me to it like a magnet. Using my exact move with my arms and waist I threw my hair to one side and rolled my shoulders. But suddenly I got this weird feeling. A feeling like someone was following me. Watching me.
I stepped back and bumped into someone by accident. A tall, dark stranger stood completely still and then began to dance behind me. When I turned around, I saw the way he used his hips. They flowed with the rhythm of the music. That was so fucking hot.
No escapin' when I start, once I'm in I own your heart. There's no way you'll ring the alarm, so hold on until it's over.
He took my waist and twirled me around to face him again. This stranger, so beautiful, so mysterious wearing navy jeans, a white shirt and his dark short brown hair combed perfectly to the side. I felt hot with his hands on my body. Until he removed them.
So, we danced for a while without touching. Getting very close to each other's bodies, I felt a shock going through my heart that pulsed right through to my stomach. I couldn't help but stare into his green eyes and I then felt my heart skip a few beats. We didn't touch. I could feel the hot, writhing heat and the desperate desire for a taste. We didn't touch.
Fuck, I want to touch him. His shoulders, his neck, his hands. I want to touch him everywhere. No, Amabel! This is the alcohol talking.
He moved closer and took my waist and pulled me into his arms. My breath got caught up in my throat, my mouth barely touching his nose. I heard the warm air escaping his mouth onto my neck. The heat of his strong arms held me. I could feel everything. He relaxed his head on my shoulder, taking in my scent. "Who are you?" he whispered in my ear. I shivered under his breath, emanating heat from his sweet voice.
I thought that I was going to lose it when he glided his nose on my neck to my hair smelling the shampoo I used and the perfume I had on. He felt him go completely numb when I got my hands in his hair, slowly moving them down to his face, his neck and then his chest. I slid my hands all over him.
"Amabel," I whispered in his ear trying to catch my breath. Smoke entered the entire club from a smoke machine, making some people turn into only shadows. He couldn't get enough of my eyes. My blue eyes. He leaned closer, desperate for one taste.
But I knew, one taste will only leave me wanting more. And besides, I just met him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, rising to my toes enough to let only our noses touch and feeling each other's heartbeat rising.
"I've never seen you before. Who are you?" I asked. He looked around himself quickly, then at the ceiling, and smiled, nervous to reply. He dropped to my size, slid his hand on my back and felt my zipper, pulled me a little closer, breathing hard, got behind me as he moved the hair away from my neck before replying, "Trevor..." he answered, never letting go of my waist.
I wanted to give in. Shit I wanted to. And I think he wanted to give in too. I needed him to. One kiss. Just one kiss. I felt like I've always known him. We probably have met before? Even if we did, it would be a very long time ago.
He released his hold on my back and took my face in his hands. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Just to grab something to hold myself back, I took his shirt into my hand and clamped it tight in a fist. Trying and trying. I knew it, I knew I was failing miserably. But I didn't care. One kiss. Just one kiss.