“What?” Amy said from inside the crook of Colin’s arm.”
“I’m going down to dance.”
“Okay.” She gave me a big wink, making me laugh as I remembered our conversation from earlier, then, armed with my tiny purse, I went down to the dance floor.
I loved dancing and needed to let off some steam. I was drowning under the pressure of need, and though I didn’t know if dancing would help or make it worse, I wanted to give it a try.
Two steps onto the dance floor, some guy was whispering in my ear. “Hey babe.”
I smiled lightly and turned to face him. He was handsome, and in such good shape that I found myself wondering if he was a professional dancer or fitness trainer.
“Dance with me?” He gave me a charming grin, and just then the music changed to a sweet and sexy Latin pop song. He grinned and held out his hands. “Fate, right?”
“I guess.” I was laughing as I took his hands and let him twirl me around. He caught me around my waist and we rolled our hips together to the beat.
“Girl, you’re really something,” he said in my ear.
“I’m just here to dance.”
He laughed. “Well you might change your mind about that.”
We danced a few more songs then he asked if I wanted a drink. When I said no, he excused himself and left. I kept dancing, enjoying myself. After a few more partners, I was almost exhausted, and then the song changed to a slow one.
That’s when I felt his hands on my waist.
How did I know it was him? Because I’d know his touch anywhere. His hands were made to touch me, to make me feel heat and explosive need and uncontainable desire.
He turned me around so I was facing him. His hair was smooth and slicked back, and a dark sweater barely concealed the wide expanse of his chest. He looked dark and beautiful, the sex god of my fantasies. I realized then that I’d been waiting for him. All night, I’d been waiting for only him.
“Hi Jason.”
“Hello Daphne.” His voice was like a growl.
I swallowed then rested my hands on his shoulders, moving them slowly downward until I could feel the tense muscles of his arms beneath my palms. “Where have you been?” I asked.
“Watching you.”
My whole body felt tense and warm. His hands tightened around my waist, bringing me closer to him. I could feel my nipples grazing his chest, and it was driving me mad.
“You look especially fuckable tonight,” he whispered in my ear.
“Hmm.” The sound was almost a moan. “I don’t even know what that means.”
His hands moved from my waist to my hips and my pussy clenched.
“I think you know exactly what it means.” His fingers flexed, trailing heat on my skin and slightly bunching the material of my dress. “Were you thinking of me when you chose this dress?” he said slowly. “Were you thinking of how little of it there is? How much I’d want to rip it off you?”
I swallowed. I was going to orgasm right there on the dance floor if he kept talking.
He pulled me close against him so I could feel the length of his cock, rigid, pressing against the front of my thigh. My nose filled with his scent. My breasts pressed against his chest, aching to be touched. “I’ve thought of nothing else but you for two weeks, Daphne.” He was whispering the words in my ear, his breath fanning my neck. I inclined my head to the side, wanting to hear more, to feel more. “What have you done to me?” he said.
“What have you done to me?” I replied, aroused beyond reason.
The song continued, and his hands felt like sweet fire on my skin. I imagined his fingers sliding under my hem, between my legs, pushing my panties aside, touching me, stroking me…
“Let’s get out of here,” I urged, suddenly unconcerned with anything else but the release I needed from him—as soon as possible.
I didn’t need to ask twice. He led me off the dance floor, through a door, and into a corridor where another door led to a parking lot.