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He smiled and she felt his teeth against her lips. “That’s it,” he growled, “beg me.”
She tugged at his hair, bringing his mouth back to hers, twining her tongue with his. She pressed her breast into his rough palm and rocked her hips, gliding her pussy along the heated expanse of his erection. She begged him with her body.
He pulled his hand from between them, tangling it in her hair and crashing his mouth hard onto hers as he thrust forward, burying every inch of his rigid flesh deep inside her quivering sex. Henry sucked at her lips and tongue as he moved in and out of her, slowly, powerfully. He twisted his hips on every downstroke, rubbing over her clit and shooting sparks of pleasure into her belly.
His movements were graceful and fierce, like his dance moves had been. Primal and muscular and sensual.
Sophie bit her lip, rolling her head to press her cheek against the shower’s cool tile. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, picturing the sexy stranger’s high cheekbones flushed with passion, his dark eyes heavy-lidded as he looked into hers and plunged rhythmically into her. He muttered low, dark words in her ear.
She swirled her fingers around her clit, spreading her slick moisture over her inflamed sex. She pushed three fingers inside of herself, rubbing the base of her palm in wide circles, pretending it was Henry touching her, Henry inside her. And when he whispered “That’s it, come for me,” she shattered, clenching around her own invading digits.
Sophie shuddered, every inch of her skin trembling in a tingling wave of orgasm more powerful than anything she’d experienced in a long time. Even the warm, soft fall of the water on her skin seemed to heighten every sensation, shivering through her in pulses of pleasure.
She collapsed against the shower wall, panting and gasping, unable to do anything but feel the water crash down on her skin for a long moment. When the last sweet aftershocks had subsided, Sophie finished her shower quickly and bundled herself into her robe. Her fantasy about the charming, sexy stranger still lingered as she hurriedly ate her sushi and climbed into bed. When she pulled the covers up, she found she was already hot again. This tall, dark and handsome situation might be more difficult than she thought.
Chapter Four
Darren made it until nearly 4 o’clock before asking her about Henry. But his speculative looks had followed her all morning. Sophie’s shoulders ached with tension. Waiting for him to say something was worse than him actually saying something.
“So,” he began as they warmed up for the afternoon beginner class. “Tall, dark, and gorgeous from last night.” He leaned his thin frame toward his toes and wiggled his eyebrows in curiosity.
Sophie stretched, groaning slightly at the pull of the tight muscles between her shoulder blades. “Don’t give me that look; he’s just a potential student.”
“Really? Because it looked like there was potential for some lip locking when I walked in on you guys.”
She instantly found herself thinking of Henry’s lips opening over hers, of him sucking her tongue and scraping his teeth lightly across its surface. She shook herself free of the image, blinking at Darren and trying to ignore her suddenly hard nipples. “It’s a passionate dance, that’s all.”
Darren flopped onto the floor, long legs splayed in front of him. “Maybe if you danced like that with me we could get a few more customers in here.”
“That’s not a bad idea, just start imagining me as that hot boyfriend of yours and we’ll be booked solid for months,” she tease
d before turning to the bar and stretching her back.
“That hot boyfriend of mine can barely do a two-step, your mystery man could definitely teach him a few things,” he said as he widened his eyes at her in the mirror, awaiting more details. She couldn’t deny that her boiling attraction to Henry had been on her mind since she woke up. From a dream. About Henry.
She knew he was going to call today. He didn’t seem like a man who would make promises lightly. He’d told her to sleep on his proposal, and she certainly had. Heat flooded her cheeks and her stomach knotted as she considered her options. On the one hand, she desperately wanted to see him again. Her body hadn’t felt this supple and alive in years, and the tingle of sexual awareness was nice.
On the other hand, being so aware of her body made her think of her knee and what it had cost her; she didn’t want to risk exposing herself again.
She changed her mind about the sensual Henry and his strange request every second. Private lessons weren’t uncommon, but the usual customers were partners training for a competition or beginners who needed extra help advancing to the next level—and the lessons were always at the studio, never in the student’s home. But Sophie couldn’t exactly justify saying no to the extra income; her business was doing well but, between rent and utilities for both the studio and her apartment, she rarely had spending money lying around.
Darren’s hand touched hers as he joined her at the bar. She twitched in surprise, jerking her attention back to her friend.
“Okay, so I know he was drop dead gorgeous in a Latin lover kind of way and all fierce and commanding with the ‘That’s fine, I’ll wait’ business. What else? Spill.” His grin was wide and mischievous.
She sighed, knowing her friend would keep badgering her until she gave him something. “His name is Henry. He likes to dance.” That’s all she knew, aside from the feel of his hands on her hips and the subtle movement of the muscles in his back as he danced. The press of his hard thigh against the throbbing space between her legs had been a particular highlight. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard, turning her face away from Darren.
“Come on Soph,” he said, “It’s been nearly six years since Christian. Don’t you think it’s time to get back out there?”
“I am out there.” She lowered her eyes, knowing full well that she’d been avoiding men since her injury.
“When’s the last time you went on a date?”
“He asked for private lessons, Darren, not dinner and a movie,” she snapped, sick of his interrogation.
A look of remorse twisted onto his face and he quickly changed the subject. “Are you still coming with me and Wayne to look at apartments on Saturday?”
She let out a small laugh; she had never been able to stay angry at him for very long. “Of course I’m coming.”
