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I wanted more than just a kiss, but that was both an exhilarating and completely overwhelming thought. I’d never had sex with a man before, and I was sure Hayden would know exactly what he was doing.
Mmm, the things he could teach me…
But wouldn’t it be crazy to do that? I didn’t like this man this morning, and what if we went down that road, and things got weird? Sandra told me we were off course when the plane went down. That meant that we could be stuck here for days, right?
An awkward tension between us for the next few days was the last thing we needed in that scenario.
Still, my inner vixen couldn’t help but think how great it could be if thingsdidn’tget weird at all. We could have days to explore each other’s bodies. I could go from being a virgin to having an intimate knowledge of my own sexuality. Intimate knowledge of what madehimtick.
All of this ran through my mind even as I held a conversation with Hayden. The more we talked, the more I realized just how smart he was. That beyond the jokes and carefree attitude was a much deeper intelligence. I wanted to appreciate that more, but I was too absorbed in thoughts of him in his boxers at the lake.
As dinner came to an end, our conversation shifted to our childhoods.
“You wouldn’t believe all the extracurricular activities I was involved in as a kid,” Hayden said, leaning back in his chair.
The sun had gone down by now, and light was quickly fading from the sky. Hayden had gotten up in the middle of dinner to light some torches along the edges of the porch. There was a citronella candle in the middle of the table between us, emitting a citrusy smell and providing a golden glow that somehow enhanced his good looks. I couldn’t stop watching the firelight dance across his face.
“Like what?” I asked curiously.
“Hell, I did everything. Baseball, soccer, drum lessons, and even theater camp one summer. My family had the means to provide all of it, and there was almost an expectation that I do those things. I wasn’t allowed to chill at home after school or even over summer break.”
Wow.I never thought about the kind of pressure a kid like Hayden might have had to deal with growing up. Like most people, I assumed that he just always lived a charmed life. Instead, he’d dealt with even more pressure than I had.
“I get it, kind of. Ballet was something that I did for as long as I could remember. I was enrolled in my first class when I was only six years old. As I got older and much better, I started to feel so much pressure to keep it up. It meant the world to my mom that I keep pursuing it. She was so proud, and that made the pressure worse.”
He nodded in understanding. “It’s hard to live up to your parent’s expectations sometimes. Or even just to try to do it.”
“I agree.”
We sat in silence for a moment, but I could feel his eyes on me. When I glanced over, he was already studying me with a thoughtful expression.
“You know, you’ve mentioned ballet a couple of times, and I can’t help wondering if you remember any of your moves.”
“Of course I do,” I said.
“Prove it.”
There was more than just a challenge in his eyes. There was an erotic edge to those words. I had a feeling he wanted to see my moves for more than just curiosity’s sake. The air between us was charged with a sexual tension so thick that I felt wetness pool between my thighs. It was hard not to squirm, so I decided to go for it. I spent so long learning ballet positions and poses that I might as well show off a little.
Standing, I braced myself with a hand on the back of my chair as I brought one leg up behind me, grabbing onto my ankle and pulling on it to stretch the muscles. Then, I switched to the other one.
“Okay, I’ll show you a couple of moves,” I said, exhaling a deep breath. “Just remember that I’m rusty. It’s been about six years since I quit.”
He leaned back in his chair and smiled at me encouragingly. “I have a feeling it’ll come back to you.”
He was right. I took a minute to stretch out, then stepped away from the patio table and assumed the first position. My feet were facing out with the heels together and my legs straight. I held my arms in front of me, curved with the fingertips pointing towards each other and about four inches apart.
After studying ballet for so long, getting into this position felt as natural as breathing. I did a few hops, warming up. My feet shifted position with each small jump, and I focused on keeping my head held high.
Hayden’s heated gaze as he watched me made my blood run hot, but I didn’t let it distract me. I did a couple of pirouettes, then used my hand on the edge of the table to perform a penche. That involved leaning forward until my torso was parallel with the floor, one foot flat on the ground, while the other leg went straight up in the air behind me, my toes pointed toward the sky.
I really didn’t think much about how provocative the position might be, but the desire in Hayden’s gaze made me tremble and awareness settle low in my stomach.
The next thing I knew, he stood, closing the small distance between us. I managed to straighten into a standing position again just before he reached me. I backed up, not sure how else to react to his immediate closeness and the intensity in his eyes.
I wanted whatever was coming my way, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it. It didn’t take long before my back was pressed against the wall of the house.
Hayden didn’t let me get away, he followed me step-for-step, caging me in by placing his hands on the structure on either side of me. He surrounded me without even touching me. His heady scent, some kind of masculine cologne, filled my senses and I felt his body heat radiating into me. Then, there was the way that he looked at me. Like he was a starving man and I was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
