AllFreeNovel
Share Us
When we got home, I stopped him in the living room. “If we’re going back, you really need to show me a few of those moves again first. I mean, I’m a professional dancer, and I had to try to keep up with you all night. Not great for the ego.” I took his hand. “Show me that double-twirl again.”
Blake pulled me close to him and we danced some more in his living room. All the moves were a little slower because he was demonstrating them to me, and there was no music we had to keep up with.
And I was in no hurry for it to be over.
When his arms came around me from behind, I held his hands there and swayed side to side, not wanting to rush into the next move.
“I can’t get over how good you are at this,” I said softly.
He didn’t try to change position but swayed with me. Our bodies were molded together, leaving no space between us. His hands clasped mine tightly and the warmth of his body radiated through me. I could feel his breath on my neck as we moved in rhythm to the music.
“I’m about to feel insulted at how surprised you are,” he murmured.
I laughed. “Don’t be. You just don’t seem the dancing type. Proved me wrong.”
I turned in his arms without putting space between us. Blake didn’t step back or let go either.
He pulled me tighter to him.
“Not the dancing type, huh?” he whispered, his hands heavy on my hips. “What type am I then?”
I had an arm around his waist, and I put a hand against his chest. “Strong.”
He breathed ahmm, dropping his head so that our faces were inches apart.
“Silent,” I said softly. “The strong, silent type.”
With every movement of our bodies, his head seemed to dip lower, our foreheads and noses brushing occasionally.
I moved to put my arms over his shoulders, my hands behind his neck. I suddenly felt bold enough to say something else.
“Strong, silent…and sexy.”
He leaned away just enough to look into my eyes. His eyes were hooded, intense. His gaze lingered on my face as if he was memorizing every feature.
“What type am I?” I asked with a soft grin, still swaying, pressing my body harder against his.
“Callie,” he said softly, almost a warning, but his head started to dip again. His lips stayed close to mine and I could feel the warmth radiating from them.
I couldn’t resist myself. “Am Iyourt—”
Blake’s kiss stopped me, and the way he inhaled shakily as his lips pressed against mine had my blood pounding through my body in a second.
He felt like he was barely holding himself back, tension thrumming through his body into mine. Yet the kiss was soft and slow, with a controlled intensity. He dragged his lips across mine, and every part of me lit up. His hands moved along my back, a warmth radiating from him that made me ache for more.
Blake gasped softly and pulled back, like he was shocked by what he’d done, before kissing me harder, his hands tightening on my hips to pull me closer.
His tongue traces my bottom lip in a slow caress, and I instinctively arched my back to press myself against him.
As quickly as he’d kissed me, he stopped. Blake straightened, then let go of my arms to take a step back. He licked his lips and gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head before his Adam’s apple bounced.
“Good night, Callie.”
He walked away, leaving me there to miss his arms around me and think about how the most tentative kiss I’d ever gotten might have been the best.
16
BLAKE
