Twirling back to him, she grabbed his hand again. Her hips twisted to the beat. “Come on.”
He shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her. He wasn’t sure what was more fascinating—the excitement in her green eyes, or the way the lightweight cotton shifted across her breasts every time she moved. “I don’t dance,” he said.
Her laugh mingled with the sweet but hard female voice screaming from her speakers. Damn, that was a nice sound. She should do it more often.
“It’s easy,” she said. “You just let yourself go. Besides, no one’s watching.”
“You are.”
“Then that makes us even.” She tossed her head, never letting go of his hand as the beat increased. “Come on.” She grabbed his other hand as well, and pulled both back and forth in time to the beat.
His foot tapped against his will, and he found himself following her lead. Restraint kept him from moving with the carefree abandon she did, but he couldn’t help swaying.
She giggled, spinning around him, never letting go of him completely. Her front slid against his back, hands moving up his arms. Then she was in front of him again, grinding against him.
Did she have any idea how completely hot she looked? Or that she was giving him a raging hard on? There was no way she didn’t feel that. She spun and draped her arms around his neck. Her tits brushed his chest.
“You need to let yourself go,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s more fun that way.” Her laughter faded as her gaze locked on his. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, rested her hand on his chest, and leaned in.
He swallowed, intensely aware of every inch of her pressed against him. Just a twist, and he could pin her to the wall. His pulse tripped faster than the beat, and his cock jerked against his jeans, begging to find out how far he could take this. Could he stop at just a kiss? The sharp cherry of her lip gloss hovered inches from his mouth, and he pushed back the desire to run his tongue over her lips, and see if she tasted as distinctly as she smelled.
He rested his hands at the small of her back, and drew her into him completely. She searched his eyes, dragged in a deep breath, and broke out of his grip. “That’s not what I meant to do.”
Fuck. He suppressed a sigh. Things weren’t going down this way. “Don’t do that.”
“I’m not doing anything.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and dropped into the chair by her desk.
“We were having fun, weren’t we? Or I am wrong?”
Pink smeared her cheeks. “Yes. I mean, I assume…” She glanced in his direction, gaze not lifting above his crotch.
At least he wasn’t the only one talking about something besides the dancing. “Then don’t downplay it like it was nothing.”
“I’m not. It was definitely something. But I don’t know if I want it to be what you’re expecting.”
His cock strained against his zipper. “I’m hoping for a few things, but the only expectation I have is that you be honest with me.”
“What if the best I can give you is ‘I don’t know’?”
“Then you don’t know. At least it’s something.”
“I guess.” She finally looked up. “But next time you actually dance with me.”
They hadn’t resolved much of anything, but she also hadn’t taken any options off the table. He let a small laugh slip out. “Not likely.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “We’ll see.”
If he’d been hard before, it was nothing compared to the desire and pain that stiffened his cock now. “You’re going to kill me. You know that?”
“I hope not. Tell me you’ve got all the answers.”
“I don’t. Not even close.” He hated admitting he didn’t know something, but every time he tried to wrap his head around his relationship with Jaycie, he stumbled on something new. It was part of what made her so attractive—she was uniquely her—but it also meant relying on standby rhetoric wasn’t working for him.
“So we’ll
He shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her. He wasn’t sure what was more fascinating—the excitement in her green eyes, or the way the lightweight cotton shifted across her breasts every time she moved. “I don’t dance,” he said.
Her laugh mingled with the sweet but hard female voice screaming from her speakers. Damn, that was a nice sound. She should do it more often.
“It’s easy,” she said. “You just let yourself go. Besides, no one’s watching.”
“You are.”
“Then that makes us even.” She tossed her head, never letting go of his hand as the beat increased. “Come on.” She grabbed his other hand as well, and pulled both back and forth in time to the beat.
His foot tapped against his will, and he found himself following her lead. Restraint kept him from moving with the carefree abandon she did, but he couldn’t help swaying.
She giggled, spinning around him, never letting go of him completely. Her front slid against his back, hands moving up his arms. Then she was in front of him again, grinding against him.
Did she have any idea how completely hot she looked? Or that she was giving him a raging hard on? There was no way she didn’t feel that. She spun and draped her arms around his neck. Her tits brushed his chest.
“You need to let yourself go,” she whispered in his ear. “It’s more fun that way.” Her laughter faded as her gaze locked on his. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, rested her hand on his chest, and leaned in.
He swallowed, intensely aware of every inch of her pressed against him. Just a twist, and he could pin her to the wall. His pulse tripped faster than the beat, and his cock jerked against his jeans, begging to find out how far he could take this. Could he stop at just a kiss? The sharp cherry of her lip gloss hovered inches from his mouth, and he pushed back the desire to run his tongue over her lips, and see if she tasted as distinctly as she smelled.
He rested his hands at the small of her back, and drew her into him completely. She searched his eyes, dragged in a deep breath, and broke out of his grip. “That’s not what I meant to do.”
Fuck. He suppressed a sigh. Things weren’t going down this way. “Don’t do that.”
“I’m not doing anything.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and dropped into the chair by her desk.
“We were having fun, weren’t we? Or I am wrong?”
Pink smeared her cheeks. “Yes. I mean, I assume…” She glanced in his direction, gaze not lifting above his crotch.
At least he wasn’t the only one talking about something besides the dancing. “Then don’t downplay it like it was nothing.”
“I’m not. It was definitely something. But I don’t know if I want it to be what you’re expecting.”
His cock strained against his zipper. “I’m hoping for a few things, but the only expectation I have is that you be honest with me.”
“What if the best I can give you is ‘I don’t know’?”
“Then you don’t know. At least it’s something.”
“I guess.” She finally looked up. “But next time you actually dance with me.”
They hadn’t resolved much of anything, but she also hadn’t taken any options off the table. He let a small laugh slip out. “Not likely.”
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “We’ll see.”
If he’d been hard before, it was nothing compared to the desire and pain that stiffened his cock now. “You’re going to kill me. You know that?”
“I hope not. Tell me you’ve got all the answers.”
“I don’t. Not even close.” He hated admitting he didn’t know something, but every time he tried to wrap his head around his relationship with Jaycie, he stumbled on something new. It was part of what made her so attractive—she was uniquely her—but it also meant relying on standby rhetoric wasn’t working for him.
“So we’ll
Similar Books
