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“Violet, look at me.” He’s so serious. “Focus on me. No one else. You wore the perfect outfit because it means I get to do this.” He eases his thigh between my legs, bending lower to accommodate my height. He moves in closer, pulling my hips into his. I’m now fully aware both of his hands are on my ass.
“Kizomba is slow, steady. You move across the floor in a smooth motion. Not that there is much space in here tonight. I’m going to show you the basic moves, then you’ll know what they are, but I will lead and all you have to do is follow. Okay?”
I nod my head. I’m so close to him and my pussy is rubbing against his sculpted thigh.
Over the next three songs, Lincoln teaches me the basics and I pick it up pretty quickly.
The hip bumps, hand skims, and cheek to cheek touches are making me want to drag Lincoln into a bathroom stall and fuck him senseless. He’s very distracting. If he wanted me to be good tonight, he’s going about it the wrong way.
“You’re one of those people who can turn her hand to anything, aren’t you?” Lincoln rubs the base of my spine with exploring hands.
“Never got the hang of playing the piano. I suck at that.” I lace my arms around his neck, letting my wrists flop one over the other to lock them in place behind his nape.
The song changes and everyone whoops. Hordes of people hit the floor in an instant, leaving the seats empty and the dance floor full. It’s a tight squeeze, but it urges Lincoln to hold me closer to him, as if he’s my protector. “Is this a good song?”
“Yeah, they love it. It’s called “Lento.” It means slowly. It’s the perfect song for us to dance together. All you have to do is enjoy.”
The lights dim even lower and we’re almost plummeted into darkness.
I relax in his arms, feeling his hard body against my soft one. We move together, hips swaying and swishing slowly, grinding. Temple to temple, we dance and it’s the most romantic and sexy thing I have ever done with a man.
It’s so intimate and I can feel Lincoln’s heart beating next to mine.
He shuffles left and right, back and forth. I follow his movements.
Right next to my ear, Lincoln hums along to the music. He’s pitch-perfect.
With his leg still positioned between mine, he stops moving. Holding me firmly in his brawny arms, he places his other hand in the exposed gap of my unbuttoned sheer shirt, pushing me gently, gesturing for me to bend backwards.
It’s just as well I do one yoga class a week, but I’m not exactly flexible.
He doesn’t move his hand from my chest; he just holds me there, and it pushes my center harder against the top of his broad thigh.
Taking my full weight, he arches me backward.
Head upside down, I shake it and run both hands through my hair as it hits the floor behind me like a waterfall. I feel so alive and beautiful.
Gliding his hand further down my exposed skin, he splays his fingers as he reaches my cleavage and rolls my body back up. Once upright, he dips his head and lays a path of kisses from the top of my cleavage, up my chest, and across my neck.
His tongue tickles my skin as he explores me with his mouth. Despite the air conditioning, my body is molten hot with pleasure.
He grinds into me as we sway again, and I feel how hard he is for me.
It blows my mind that this powerful brute of a man from across the pond likes me, Violet West, the not-so-perfect-looking daughter of the perfect West family.
Lincoln made it very clear he had turned a new page.
Is he lifting his no women sabbatical for me?
I flipping hope so.
I have no expectations of what is happening between us, but he’s made me feel special since our team building today. Everything with him is different. New, fun, exciting. I feel cherished.
Nibbling my neck, he bites it lightly and I’ve felt nothing like it. No one has ever kissed me with such passion before. No one has ever taken the time to learn about my body. But Lincoln appears to know what I like already.
And my body really likes him touching me.
“Will you come back to my place?” The tequila is doing the talking for me now.
