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I get one step away then two. Wading through the crush of bodies is like trying to race walk in chest-deep water. I’m passing by that group when one of the girls trips over herself and falls right into my arms.
“I’m so sorry!” she calls out over the music.
“It’s all right. You steady now?”
She smiles and laughs, has that same purity and happiness radiating from her like Jonah’s girl. She’s tall, maybe five-eight or nine, but I still tower over her. I’m smiling for no reason whatsoever as I turn to go, but at that moment the music changes again and my tipsy dancer raises my hands in the air and then proceeds to do something that looks like a pole dance with me acting as the pole. I had no interest whatsoever in my last dance partner, but I’m finding this girl’s act hot as fuck.
Speechless, I move along with her and rake my eyes over her body. Her legs are long, exposed in all their glory by the short dress she’s wearing. The fabric hugs her body tight, shows off her pert tits and her round ass.
She’s moving her head from side to side, eyes closed, lost in the music in a good way. I put my hands on her hips, follow her motions and then can’t help but draw her in closer. She responds by turning slowly, and unlike before, whenthisgirl’s ass is pressed up against my crotch I find that I’m not inclined to protest. Not even a little. She takes my hands from her hips and guides them over her belly and lower before arching back and lacing her hands around my neck.
“You like that?” I lean down and ask her, knowing she can feel me hard against her backside.
“Yeah.” It comes out on a raspy breath. “Feels nice.”
It feels more than nice on my end. I haven’t been this turned on in God knows how long. High-quality porn with the volume muted is the closest I get to real live action nowadays, so having this beautiful woman’s body pressed up against mine is sensory overload. Every time she shifts her hips I feel like I could blow.
I lean down again, nuzzle into that spot below her ear and breathe her in. I love the scent she’s giving off, can’t get enough of it.
When she shifts her long hair to one side to give me full access, I pull her in closer, grind myself against her ass and lick the side of her neck like an animal. And thank fuck she likes it because I’m torn between my desire to bite her earlobe and wondering if I’ve lost my damn mind. I want to be with this woman more than I want my next breath.
Chapter Eight
Skylar
He just licked my neck. And not like a little slip of the tongue. The man flat-out feasted on my skin from my collarbone up to that spot right behind my ear.
I’m too drowsy and he feels too good for this to raise any concerns. I’m loving the way his big body envelopes mine when he holds me, love the rough calluses on his hands, and I’m flat-out ready to strip him out of his shirt so that I can get a better look at the ink that’s covering the corded muscles of his forearm.
I want to turn and face him, to seehisface, but he has me locked tight against him now and I don’t want to do anything that will interrupt this perfect moment.
God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed being touched, missed being worshipped the way Tyler all but knelt before me. I imagine it’s him behind me for a split second but then decide I like the anonymity of this stranger’s touch better.
But I’m not too far gone to know that this is not my reality. I’m torn between my desire to just let go and the warning bells starting to go off inside my head. That voice is telling me that I don’t do stuff like this. I don’t hook up with guys I don’t know. I don’t let unfamiliar hands dig into my hips and then roam north to skim that sensitive spot just below my breasts.But oh my, I think as I drop my head back and succumb,it feels so, so good.
The music changes to some fast-paced EDM track, and while the people around us pick up the tempo, I stiffen just as he steps back. I should turn around, say goodbye or thank you or something, but I don’t. I slip through the crush of bodies, grab my bag, walk as quickly as I can to the exit and escape.
The cold air hits my face, my arms, my legs. It’s started to mist a little but the icy droplets give me some much needed relief.
I’m praying that he’s not right behind me as I call for a car. Not because I’m afraid of him—I mean I should be but I’m not—but because I can’t face the person I was with him back there. She was bold, sexual, adventurous. And while it was fun to walk on the wild side for a hot minute, I don’t feel comfortable in that skin.
I’ve never been so happy to see my dorm, to clean the makeup from my face, to don my flannel pajamas, slip underneath my down comforter and fall into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
I silence my alarm and then shut my eyes against the memory of last night. I’m smiling to myself and cringing at the same time.
I’m not even the slightest bit hungover, so nothing about last night is a blur. And while I’m a tad embarrassed knowing that my new friends witnessed my dirty dancing routine, I’m giggling to myself more than anything. My dance friends aren’t exactly prudes, and training with a partner kind of desensitizes you to the feel of skin on skin. They won’t care. At most, I’ll have to suffer through some harmless teasing. And that guy? I’ll probably never see him again. No harm, no foul.
I may never see him, but lawd, I’m thinking of him. In the shower I let a soundtrack play in my head as I move the way I did last night.
Under the spray of warm water I let my hands roam where his did, from my hips to my ass to my breasts. I put the brakes on us last night, but now I’m fearless. Now I rest my head back against the tiles and I pretend.
I let him take what he wants and let him give me what I need.
Chapter Nine
Skylar
