I brought her back so I could keep studying her face. I couldn’t get enough of it. She was gorgeous and hypnotic. Pouty and dark, and completely intriguing. My arm was wrapped tight around her core, her breasts pushed up against me as the tempo changed to more of a samba. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her scent engulfed me.
“What’s your name?” I shouted close to her ear but her head shook without understanding. Now wasn’t the time for talking anyway.
I slid my thigh in between hers and hefted her up onto me. I was lost in the way we were dirty dancing. The bass pumped with the rhythm of our bodies. Her shirt stuck to her damp skin. As I pulled her higher up my leg, her skirt rode up. Her skin was smooth and soft under my palm.
My hands splayed out across her rib cage. The edge of my thumb grazed the bottom of her breast and she shivered, dropping her head back. Her arms lifted to run through my certainly sweaty hair but she didn’t seem to care. Her eyes burned as she brought me closer so that our faces were almost touching. The heat of her gaze was unbearable and amazing.
Her arms gripped my biceps, maybe for balance, but maybe not. Her gaze followed to where I had been memorizing where she rode my leg. Her blink seemed to slow down as she bit down on her lip.
I took a risk. My mouth lowered to hers while our bodies still rocked. It wasn’t a deep kiss, more a grazing of lips. To test the waters. To see if she felt everything I was. There was no trace of alcohol and there was no haziness in her gaze save the heavy-lidded blink of longing after I pulled back to study her.
I felt more than heard her gasp of pleasure. The flare of interest in her big brown eyes told me this definitely wasn’t one-sided. Our mouths met again. There was no hesitation this time. I kissed her, she kissed me back. I pushed forward and she pushed back. Every action, she met me fully. Our bodies stopped dancing, still entangled.
I couldn’t believe we were making out like this on the dance floor like teenagers at a high school dance. Maybe I should be worried about it but all I could think was … well, I couldn’t think and that’s what made it so fucking fantastic.
When we pulled apart, I took a steadying breath in. If the cost of this perfect kiss was my shitty day, then I’d pay it every day for the rest of my life. She was looking at me with eyes wide and her mouth slightly parted. I wanted to lick those lips until she moaned my name. But first, I’d probably have to tell her my name.
Dancing was no longer enough. I glanced around to see if there were any open booths but she must have had the same idea. I found myself being dragged toward the hallway, next to the bar, that led to the kitchen. There was a small alcove that looked like it might have held a pay phone years ago. We tucked into it as a server passed.
My mouth was on hers again as soon as we stopped. This time I delved deeper, exploring her with my tongue and she opened up for me, exploring in return. I held her waist, thumbs grazing up and down, greedy for more but recognizing that we were still very much in public. She gripped my arms, pulling me closer. I pressed her against the wall and my need for her brushed her thigh. We pulled apart, both panting and sweating.
“Holy shit.” She blinked up at me.
“You’re amazing,” I said with a laugh at her bluntness. “I’ve never done this before.” I wasn’t sure why I said that. It was the first thing that popped out of my mouth. I needed her to understand I’d never felt such extreme and immediate electricity from a touch. Kissing someone had never felt this frustrating and rewarding at the same time.
Her eyes grew wide. Maybe I had been too forward.
“What?” I asked.
“You have an accent. Australian?” she asked in a thick accent of her own. I’d lived in the US long enough to know it was Southern but not able to pinpoint it exactly.
I nodded with a cheeky grin. “So do you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Fair point.”
“Though usually people know this about me before we reach this point.”
“You just said you’ve never done this before?” she asked, with a hint of teasing behind her sarcasm.
“No,” I said. I forced the seriousness into the word. I lowered my head close to her. “It’s never felt like this.” There must have been an unspoken message to my tone, because the furrow in her brow melted away.
Her chest heaved. Her long eyelashes almost touched her eyebrows. Her lips shone as her mouth formed an O. Those lips were handcrafted to drive me crazy.
“Me neither,” she whispered.
My hands cupped her head and I brought her to me again. This time when we kissed, it was less fevered and more luxurious.
A small part of me was already worrying about what came next. I needed more. I didn’t want to come on too strong but I couldn’t let this go. What if I couldn’t ever let this go? This was something. I broke our kiss. My thumb brushed along her bottom lip. Her eyes fluttered and her body shivered.
“You want to get out of here?” I asked.
But where could we go? I wasn’t ready to go home and face reality. This perfect moment was like an umbrella, soon reality would come pouring down. Soaking me to the bones. Making me icy.
“I’m at the hotel. Across the street.” After she said it, she made a face like she couldn’t believe herself.
Her gaze flickered over my own
