He’s half of her.
“Perfect. Clasp your hands and have them up, up…no, not quite like that. The sexual tension is there. I can feel it. Transfer it into the way you hold each other.”
I take in a deep breath, feeling his heart against mine.
I can do this.
Giulio’s head lowers, unconsciously teasing me with his masculine scent. It brings me back to life—a constant reminder of who he is and what he means to me.
The way we’re looking at each other is so pure…so blinding.
Rodrigo’s voice blurs in the background as Giulio’s fingers leave mine and raise to trace the outline of my lips. His thumb rests at the center of them and I involuntarily kiss it. My nipples pebble, poking against my dress at the mere sight of the erotic red painted on his fingertip.
We step out of our trance and the instructor teaches us the basic steps of the Rumba. It takes a few tries for me to execute the slow backward/forward step and two quick side steps.
Giulio has always been a good dancer.
Our locked gazes barely drop and when they do, it’s to Rodrigo who stands by the dancer studio’s exposed brick wall with an encouraging smile. He observes us from a distance, opting to strengthen our pace to the rhythm of the percussive music.
It was only weeks ago when Giulio and I struggled with words and a lost connection. We could barely speak to each other without negative tension. Now, we blossom in overflowing chemistry. Our silence is powered by our desire. I want to be a better woman for myself—for him—for my children. I need to find my confidence and be comfortable in trusting myself again. It’s why I chose to be bold tonight with my dress and push the limits with the lipstick.
An alluring fire rumbles across the springwood dance floor. It intensifies at every slow, sultry, sexy rhythm. Giulio and I begin to transform into the husband and wife we once were.
Our marriage is very much like this dance. It cannot be executed well as a solo. Both of us have to partake, locked in an enraptured hold and compromise. We have to express emotion through it, go in time with the music, and unlock a part of ourselves that we only have reserved for our love.
We seem to do all of it perfectly.
We execute every spin, sway, and pointed step. All except for one. The smooth, sedate Cuban Rocks. The fact that there is a gap between our bodies should be easier, instead it proves to render us incapable of us swaying our hips while looking each other in the eye.
To specifically work through both the syncopated and basic Cuban Rocks, Rodrigo has me turn to face the wide wall mirror. Giulio is behind me, so close that we’re pinned together and his hands grip my hips, aligning them with his. We move to a sensual rhythm, one that has Giulio’s lips brushing against my neck.
The warmth between my thighs intensifies and I can’t help but smile at how we’re carrying through. When I meet his gaze in the mirror, I note his hardness pressing against me and my newfound boldness has me pushing myself back to feel him deeper.
“Baby.” He chuckles at my playful taunting, rushing his hands to my thighs. “That’s a very dangerous move you’re making…”
I grin. “For me or for you?”
“For us.”
“That’s it.” Rodrigo urges us on. “You’ve got it. Build that confidence. Yes. Exactly like that.”
Giulio’s hot breath tickling my neck has me resting my right hand by the back of his, drawing him closer. We’ve strayed from the Rumba, but that doesn’t stop us. His free hand takes over for me, fanning out across the length of my body in passionate urgency. We’re scorching fire as our bodies harmonize together.
Holy hell…
A moan escapes me and I’m not even ashamed. Not when the warm lights dim and Giulio cups my left breast with desire surging in his light eyes. The same desire that has me throbbing. We fuel each other’s heavy breaths, taking us to a whole new level of connection.
“You’ve got this so well,” Giulio whispers in my ear.
“You think?”
“Mmhmm. Down pat.”
“Sexiness is all through the eyes. Confidence is sexy. I see it within you both.” Our instructor reminds us. “I want you to level your gaze higher in the mirror. Remember why you first fell in love, not why you fell apart.”
Desire burns through my eyes, especially when Giulio’s gaze drop to our movements and a soft curse word falls from his lips. I bite my lip and snicker at the following louder curses.
Rodrigo chuckles. “Alright you lovebirds, let’s get back to the Rumba. You’re both experts at executing the Cuban Rocks now. Valencia, if you could turn around now and from there, we can create that gaping. Let’s do this!”
I submit and Giulio holds my hips securely. I can’t stop smiling. This is such a passionate dance and exactly what we needed. Giulio chose it right.
“Now, incorporate those sleek sways in the dance…slower, one, and a two…three, four…yes, perfect. One and a two…three, four…, one. Look at that. You’re naturals now!”
Giulio’s hips follow mine and our motions falling into a slow, sleek flow. My eyes stay burning into his and our hands lead the dance. The entire hour lesson is a complete dream and when Rodrigo’s phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it out of sight, the dancing fades out.
Giulio and I are alone and I want him so badly. We move closer until our noses brush and my heartbeat thuds to the delicacy of our citric and sweet scents merging into one.
“Lencia.” His voice is low and for my ears only. “I want to devour you.”
“Mmhmm, I’d like that.”
“Darling…you are killing me.”
That makes me smirk. “What? Am I stiff competition, Mr. Giannotti?”
“Definitely hard, baby. Very hard.” Giulio hums, reeling our sexes closer. “But if we’re talking competition, it depends on which
