“Wow,” Miss Leslie called out, pulling me from the depths of Sadie’s lustful gaze.
I stood bringing her with me. When I knew she was balanced, I released her and shoved my hands in my sweats’ pockets wishing I’d worn jeans or something. The sweats were not helping to hide the effect she had on me. How one intense look could make my dick twitch. How when her breath caught it pushed her tits into my chest and made my blood rush. How the blush warming her neck made me want to press my lips to her pulse.
“I was planning on showing you a basic step like that, but we can skip past it into more exciting stuff. You have great chemistry, people are gonna thinkyou’regetting married.” Miss Leslie laughed, but her words worked like an ice bath. “Well, we have a great starting point!”
“Great,” Sadie choked out.
“Sadie, you have a tendency to place your feet a bit more narrow, I want you to focus on creating space for”—Miss Leslie squinted her eyes in my direction—”I’m sorry what am I supposed to call you?”
“Jamison, please,” I answered.
Turning her attention back to Sadie, Miss Leslie continued, “Create space for Jamison’s foot to move between yours. But I’m so impressed with how well you are following his lead. It takes a lot of trust to follow.”
The pink on Sadie’s cheeks deepened, but I doubted Miss Leslie was watching close enough to notice.
Pointing to me, she said, “I’d love for you to loosen up a bit. It feels like you’re holding yourself very tight. Let’s just play around.”
Loosen up, I almost snorted at the impossibility of her directive.
She started the song over, and I almost asked if we could have a less...intimate...sexualsong, but I didn’t want to be the only person bothered by it. So, I swallowed down the way it reminded me of Sadie, of the way I wanted to take care of her, and I placed her once again in the frame of my arms. Her eyes flicked up to mine through the curtain of her lashes then away before I guided her to move with me.
And she responded.
This time, her movements were more fluid having picked up on the simple steps quickly. We repeated them over and over, barely looking at each other.
“Looks good,” Miss Leslie said. “Why don’t you try a turn, Jamison?”
I waited until we were at the sway portion and then turned Sadie under my arm before going back into the steps.
Miss Leslie considered me with her lips pursed to one side; apprehension grew tight in my hands and toes. I was able to keep my fingersfrom flexing to relieve the tension, but inside of my shoes, my toes curled and uncurled. She had the look of someone who was going to urge me out of my comfort zone.
I hated leaving my comfort zone.
“Sadie, why don’t you turn Jamison?”
My stomach dropped, instantly concerned by how foolish I was going to look. An argument sat on the tip of my tongue, but the spark of joy that lit Sadie’s eyes made me keep it to myself.
Her face broke into a huge grin, the energy around her shifting into her usual playfulness—like so many times before, I let it sweep away some of my control. It eased me into a willingness that nothing else in my life ever had.
“Okay,” she giggled. “How?”
The corner of my mouth pulled into a lopsided smile before I forced it back to neutral. “Lift our hands over my head in a sorta circular motion.”
She did, but not quite high enough for me to go under without crouching and turning my head sideways.
I snorted. “A little higher.”
“Or maybe you could be a little shorter.”
“Or you could be a little taller.” Her shit-eating grin was doing something to my ability to hang onto a thought.
“No, I’m perfect just like this.”
“Yes, you are.”
Her expression faltered, and I was desperate to keep her mood elevated but I didn’t know how.
Miss Leslie clicked her remote to pause the music approaching us with a pleased purse to her lips. “When you go to do it, you’re going to get even closer to him so your arm can extend over his head more. Butthe height difference is always gonna be there, and he will just have to crouch some. That was playful and fun. Perfect! Let’s do it again.”
