As Michael Bublé crooned the tune “For Once In My Life,” she moved slowly toward Jay.
“It’s our song,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed. “I didn’t think you would remember.”
“I remember every detail of that week with you. I can’t have a steak without remembering eating a bite off the end of your fork. Or taste a strawberry without remembering the way you crushed them on your breast and invited me to lick them off.”
She shivered remembering how free she’d felt with him back then because she’d trusted him completely.
“I haven’t been that daring in a long time,” she admitted.
“That’s my fault,” he said.
He held his hand out to her and met her halfway, pulling her into his arms and swaying gently with the song. His hands moved up and down her back.
“Do you remember our wedding?” she asked.
“I do,” he admitted. “You wore the simplest white sheath dress that had a deep V in the front like this.”
He drew his finger along her collarbone and then pulled the fabric of her neckline down until it was between her breasts.
“The slopes of your breasts were visible and as soon as you walked into the chapel it was all I could look at.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I wanted to do this,” he said, lowering his head and dropping very soft kisses against the globes of her breasts. “But then I looked up at your neck and saw the line of your jaw and that mouth of yours. You have the most luscious mouth. All I can think about when we are together is kissing you.”
“Then do it,” she said.
He leaned in and rubbed his lips over hers. She sighed and felt the magic of the evening deepening for her.
“What do you remember? First impressions of me in the chapel?” he asked.
“When I stepped inside and saw you waiting for me I couldn’t breathe. You looked so handsome in your dress uniform. I didn’t realize how good-looking you were until that moment. You stood so straight and at attention and then our eyes met and I felt a thrill all the way to my toes. I thought you were mine.”
“I was.”
But then he’d left. And she’d convinced herself that a feeling that strong could have been one-sided.
She wrapped her arms around his lean waist and rested her head on his chest. He put one hand on the back of her head and rubbed his palm over her back. Keeping her close. The song played on and they swayed together to the music.
It was a quick song, and when it ended she flushed as Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On” was the next song to start playing.
He chuckled. “We never danced to this one before.”
“I know. It’s not exactly the subtlety I was trying for.”
“Hell, this is my kind of song,” he said. Putting his hands on her hips and grinding against her. She did the same, moving her hands up and down his chest slowly loosing buttons until his shirt was open and she could touch his hard muscles.
“I love your chest,” she said, pushing his shirt off his shoulders. His shoulders were broad and strong, his skin warm to her touch.
He let her have her way with him, caressing him however she wanted. She traced his spine and then let her fingers dip into his pants to caress the dusting of hair at the small of his back. He groaned. She slowly came around to his front trailing her fingers along that edge between bare flesh and cloth. Then she used her grip on his waistband to draw him closer to her. She tipped her head back and put her free hand around his neck and drew his head down to hers.
“I love the feel of your hands on my body. No one has ever touched me the way you do, Aly.”
“Good,” she said. She wanted to brand him all over so that he’d never forget her or these nights they’d spent together. He’d marked her deep in her soul a long time ago and she was just realizing that was why no other man could satisfy her the way he did.
His breath brushed over her lips first and then she took his mouth. His hands went to her back, drawing her as close as possible to his body until they were intimately pressed together. Their kisses were long and languid as they swayed to the music, not even noticing when it stopped playing.
The hand at her waist slowly gathered the fabric of her skirt and drew it up the back of her legs until she felt one of his big warm hands on her buttocks. She gyrated against him and felt him cupping her and pulling her closer to his rock-hard erection. She moaned as the tip of his cock hit her in just the right place.