Back in the Saddle (Jessica Brodie Diaries #1)(62)

It made two of us. I needed an approach.

As I was thinking about it he started to slide toward me.

That’s right--come and get it.

When his body was inches from mine, a smile of triumph on his face, I quickly closed the distance with a flourish and ran my hand up his hard, muscled chest.

Good Christ he feels good!

I closed my eyes and slid my knee between his legs, but not all the way to his groin. He needed to beg for it. I threw my head back in ecstasy—mostly because I felt it, but it needed to look like it was all for show.

I was about to dip back and roll my body against him when he slid his hands up the sides of my legs to my hips, and then spun me around so my back pressed against his front. He tugged me into his body, extinguishing all space between us, mashing my butt into his groin.

There would be no begging. Got it.

One thing was clear—he was good. Good at dancing, and probably stellar in the sack.

I was so hot I was panting. I put on my game face, though. I needed a “W” here. I didn’t like losing.

I bent down at the waist, wiggling my butt into his crotch, then snapped up, hair flying. I went to do a little booty shake while bending again, but he brought me up tight against his body and did a body roll with me.

That was when I let go, let the control slip. Let the fire consume me. It was when we finally clicked. His movements, no matter how small, accentuated mine. Our bodies moved together, to the beat, as one. We built the dance together, between us. It was when he finally let go, too.

He slowly turned me around with gentle hands. His knee slid between my legs, pulling me along his body. I arched back, both hands exploring his hard chest, moving around to his shoulders. I did a body roll, grinding my groin into his, then coming back up until my face was inches from his, breathing the same air. He moved with my body like a second skin, pulling me into him harder, with a slight shimmy, my leg rubbing him right where he needed it, his leg sending sparks of pleasure into my core.

“Mmmm, William,” I said in a release of breath. I closed my eyes, feeling the music permeate. Feeling his heat. His strength.

He slid his hands further and further down my back as I massaged his upper body, leaning my face against his smooth, warm neck. His hands slid all the way down to my butt, fingers curving over my cheeks, shocking my nerves, making me wet. He squeezed me up into his hard bulge, groaning softly.

I did a stripper turn and pushed my butt up into him, feeling that hardness, liking how it rubbed. I shook my booty, belly dancer style, as he ran his hands up the front of my thighs. I reached between, feeling his waist, then down, dangerously close to his cock.

I almost went for it. Almost, but I chickened out.

Instead, I gave a little distance between us, then turned in a sensual way with the music. He was looking at me, desire finally in his eyes. He’d given over to it. Over to me.

Eyes connected, smoldering together, desire raging between us, I ran my hands over my body. And up, over my neck, ending with one finger in my wet mouth, seeing the fire dance as I sucked on my index finger, then smiled.

I couldn’t help but inwardly smile when he came running. Well, dancing, but he came as I intended. That move always did it.

This time I was in charge, and he wasn’t complaining. I bent backwards in a dip and he ran his hand over my chest, messaging my breast and giving my nipple a flick. Feelings of delight spread through me, tightening my groin to the point of distraction. I cried out. His smell, his manliness, his hard arm muscles wrapped around me; I could die a happy woman if this was all I ever got.

I was pumping and grinding with him. The song might have ended, but we didn’t stop. We changed pace for the next song and continued our explorations of each other, no longer trying to outdo; just trying to hang on. Sometimes we separated to our own dance in sync with the other, and sometimes had our groins locked together, petting and touching and surveying.

He was a rock star dancer. Everything I put down he picked up. There was nothing I did that he couldn’t keep up with, and visa versa. It was fantastic!

Finally the next song ended and we came up for air. I was so turned on I wanted him to take me to the bathroom like a common slut just to end the throbbing between my legs.

Before leaving the dance floor, he tilted my chin up, my face pointed at his. My body tingled. Was this it? Was he going to kiss me?

“You are dangerous, Jessica,” he whispered soberly. He shook his head. “I... I’m sorry I got so... familiar with you. I didn’t mean to let it get that far. I’m sorry. Please believe it won’t happen again.”

When the words sank in, like a one-hundred pound weight in the ocean, my eyes clouded with tears. That admission made me look worse than a common slut. He let it get so far? Or he let me get so far?

Was this why all the warnings about him? All the warnings that I just ignored? Well, now I learned my lesson, didn’t I?

I pushed him away, keeping it flirty and friendly. I cleared my eyes as best I could with mass blinking, attaching a dispassionate mask over my pain. I laughed, playing a part of our spectators. I had already been dumped by one guy tonight, I was damned if everyone would know about the second.

“William, Jesus, why the mush? Relax! It's a competition and I ain’t loosin’!” I shrugged it off and walked over to the others.

They were all looking at us with shock. Ty and Adam blinked at me for a few seconds before switching their astonished gaze to William, coming up behind me.