One of my hands in his, he spun me the way Eva had, and I was aware of every fucking movement. Bennett leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Even with the scent dampeners in here, if I touch you, you’re going to have my scent on you. Are you okay with that?”

I should assure him I had scent canceling body wash at home and I would take care of it later. Instead, all I managed was a strangled “Yes,” because the last thing I wanted to think about was washing his scent off my body.

His hands brushed down my bare arms, raising more goosebumps on my skin. He briefly skimmed over the bracelet on my bicep before turning me again, pulling my back against his chest and locking us together. One arm slipped around my waist, and the other laced with my fingers, crossing our arms around my chest as we swayed. That’s what it was now. Swaying. We were no longer dancing, and I didn’t give a single Beta’s ass.

I sank deeper into the layers of his scent—the sharpness of fresh vanilla and the sweetness of icing. It was factually impossible for someone to smell this good—I was sure of it.

He moved, and I moved with him, our swaying deepening to a little more, moving with the music. Somewhere out there, there were other people. But it didn’t feel like that. We were all alone here in this place where the music wrapped us up and wove us together and fuck, I could stay here forever.

Safety. It was the sensation my mind was desperately trying to identify, and it was heady, strong, and addictive. Which was absurd. I was one of the most protected people in this city, and there was no time in my life I’d ever been unsafe.

I shoved aside the thoughts stubbornly pointing out there were different kinds of safety, and spun in Bennett’s arms so we were face to face. He was so much taller than me, I had to crane my neck to see him. I wanted to look everywhere—examine the intricate details of his tattoos and find out if the body underneath this shirt was as perfect as the portions of it I could see. I wanted to see if his breath tasted as sweet as his scent.

Maybe other things tasted that sweet, too.

So many thoughts ran through my mind, I wasn’t entirely sure how I suddenly ended up wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my nose to his skin and inhaling like I was an addict needing a fix.

But here I was.

Reality slid into focus once more.