“It was in my head.”
“Your lips moved.”
We’d only ever danced together in private. The crowd made me nervous.
“Trust me to lead and trust yourself to follow,” she whispered.
I focused on her, on the music, and with each step we twirled and slid with new confidence.
I was with an elven lady. A gorgeous and charming one. Who’d announced me as herconsort.
And also saved my life.
We glided across the dance floor, moving as one. The others were looking at us, or they weren’t. It didn’t matter. While the music played, it was only Sephi and me.
As the song reached a crescendo, she pulled me into a spinning figure we’d only practiced once prior. She spun. I spun. The song stopped. She didn’t, instead letting our motion bring us together in an embrace, nose to nose.
“I don’t recall that figure ending quite this way,” I whispered.
She lifted an eyebrow. “I may have improvised a step or two.”
It was at this point I noticed how far up the slits of her dress went.
I glided my hand around her waist, meeting at the small of her back. “I do not object.”
Sephi was close enough to reveal every detail of those piercing green eyes between slow, beguiling bats of her eyelids. Close enough to pick up the scent of peppermint and pine. Close enough to—
She slid her face along mine, brushing her nose against mine, her cheek along mine, her every warm breath gliding across my cheek and over my ear. “Your new dance shoes put you at rather a convenient height for kissing.”
I also noticed just howthinthe material of said dress was, feeling the warmth of her hips and thighs pressed against me.
“What are the social mores of Drach-Principalis vis-a-vis public displays of affection?”
“Myview on the matter can be summed up as follows.”
“I await—” The remainder of the sentence came out as something of a‘mummf’due to a luscious pair of lips engulfing…
Oooh, that feels wonderful.
She parted and closed her lips with slow, deliberate firmness. Our first kiss had been a subtle glimpse; this was wide-open passion.
As our bodies pressed against each other, nothing held back, her every curve was a paradise.
Space around us closed in, but in the most comforting, intimate way, as the hall disappeared, thenthe people around us, until my entire perception was justus.Sephi’s arms drew my body against hers, her fingers caressing, clasping, kneading into muscles of my shoulder, as her other hand glided down my spine to cup the small of my back. Her hips pressed against mine, swaying slowly. And those lips, parting, closing, parting again, until the tip of her tongue pressed against mine, firm, yet… it was as if she were politely asking for a dance.
I uttered an embarrassing low whine as I slid a hand between her shoulder blades and pulled myself into her, my chest melting into her breasts, tongue lightly dancing with hers.
She pulled her mouth back with a most unladylike sound and traced the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. “Have I made my views clear?”
“You have.” I leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips.
Gods, she has nice lips.
We stepped to the side of the dance floor as a new song started.
“You look lovely in that dress.”
“Thank you,” she said. “However, I do recall you saying something similar about my leather pants.”
