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CHAPTER 6
JORDAN
Dancing lessons.
God help me, I’m taking dancing lessons.
With Ainsley.
And I’m having a hard, pun intended, time. She looks so casually pretty in her blue-and-white striped dress, and her laugh is so sweet, and being close to her is turning me the hell on.
There’s nothing I’d like better to do than to pull her directly into my arms, stick my nose into her fragrant hair, then kiss her the way a woman like her ought to be kissed: with tenderness and passion.
I don’t let myself imagine what would happen after that. I’d like to keep my genitals under control in public, thanks very much. Now, later…when I’m in the shower by myself, maybe…I’ll indulge in a fantasy about Ainsley on her knees with her mouth full. Or of me on my knees with my tongue very busy.
Maybe both.
That bikini she wears to the pool nearly fucking killllls me. Every time I see her in it, I think about seeing her out of it. Can’t help it.
Somehow, dancing with her is worse.
The dance instructor, Summer, is good at showing us some basic dance steps, like the foxtrot and the rumba. The cha-cha is a little more complicated, and Ainsley gets the giggles watching the concentration on my face. “It’s not grad school, Jordan! Loosen up!” She holds my hands and shows me again, and something just clicks, and then it’s fun.
But then we move on the waltz, and I get lost three minutes into it.
Because Ainsley’s hair is close to my face, and I can smell her perfume, and I don’t want to get too close to her and let her feel that I’m getting a stiffie. It’s fucking distracting.
“Why don’t we…” Summer the dance instructor says, “um…take a break here? It’s Jordan and Ainsley, right?”
“Right,” Ainsley says, while I get distracted all over again, listening to the sound of it, Jordan and Ainsley.
“Jordan, can you try with me?”
“Sure.”
And it’s easier. I watch Summer’s feet until I feel sure of the steps, and then I can lift my head and look into her eyes and whirl around the dance floor. No sweat.
Summer goes to take charge of an older couple on the other side of the pavilion, and Ainsley jumps up to take my hand, and the minute I get close to her again, my body wakes up all over again and I swear, there was more blood in my head just a minute ago, before it all went so very far south. I trip over my feet and nearly sent Ainsley flying to the floor. “That’s it,” I say in frustration. “No more today.”
I drop her hand and walk back to the chairs on the sides of the room. I get a drink of water. I expect to have to put Ainsley off with some excuse, but instead, she just speaks to Summer briefly and comes to join me. “Let’s go get some lemonade. Cool off. Maybe swim?”
Yeah, like seeing her in a bikini again is going to cool me off. No fucking way. I shake my head.
Ainsley takes my hand and pulls me out into the sunshine. “Lemonade now. Or ice cream! I could go for some ice cream.” She tugs me behind her over to the snack shack at the hotel pool, and gets me my very favorite ice cream on a stick, the strawberry shortcake thing with the cake crumbs on the outside, and I make myself let go of my frustration.
She opens up the package of her chocolate-coated vanilla ice cream and takes a lick, but I just let myself respond to that naturally while I get a bite of my strawberry thing. Wish I had my mouth all over you, Ains. Doesn’t matter over here in the shade of the snack shack, nobody cares if I get a boner.
We eat our ice cream in silence, and I enjoy watching Ainsley’s pink tongue lick along the wooden stick, and I realize that if I never address my feelings with her, I will kick myself for the rest of my life.
But before I can bring it up, she asks. “What was that about?” she asks me softly, putting a hand to my face just above my beard. “I’m not sure what was going on in there, but…” She shakes her head. “Something’s wrong, Jordan.”
I grab our empty ice cream sticks and stand up, taking them to the trashcan. “Okay, you wanna know. You deserve to know.”
She nods, looking at me earnestly. She comes to me and takes my hand, and we start walking slowly along the circular drive in front of the hotel, down to the lake.
I just lay it out there. Fuck being polite and circumspect and measured in the words I choose. I’m done with that. “I was distracted in the dance lessons because I want you, Ainsley.”
She stops walking and faces me. Swallows. Eyes big.
