Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me, solid and warm, then Mateo’s familiar scent wraps around me as his hands settle confidently on my hips, matching my rhythm effortlessly. My breath catches, heart pounding harder than ever. I tense initially, instinctively preparing to pull away, but his touch and his closeness dissolves my resolve.
He moves with me fluidly, our bodies finding a natural harmony. His chest brushes against my back, his breath hot against the side of my neck, sending goose bumps cascading over my skin. The dance between us shifts from frustration to something deeper, more dangerous, as the lines of professionalism blur into raw, undeniable attraction.
I lean into him slightly, a silent surrender to the inevitable pull between us. Mateo’s grip tightens fractionally, possessively, sending an electrifying thrill through my body. His fingers trace along the curve of my waist, teasing at the hem of my crop top, sending fire streaking through every nerve ending. The rhythm guides us, our movements becoming slower, deliberately seductive, each sway and twist filled with unspoken promises.
His lips brush the spot behind my ear, warm breath washing over my skin. I shiver, a soft gasp escaping my lips as he murmurs, “I’ve wanted to dance with you like this from the first day I saw you.”
My head tilts back involuntarily, exposing more of my neck to him. Mateo accepts the silent invitation, pressing gentle, tantalizing kisses along the sensitive skin. The sensation crashes over my senses, leaving me breathless and trembling with need. His hands travel boldly along my sides, pulling me even tighter against him until every inch of our bodies is perfectly aligned.
I reach back, my fingers tangling into his dark hair, urging him closer, deeper into the moment we’ve both resisted for far too long. The Rumba rhythm intensifies, matching the wild tempo of our heartbeats. We’re dangerously lost in each other’s embrace, boundaries disappearing beneath the overwhelming force of desire.
Mateo spins me suddenly, bringing me face-to-face with him, his eyes dark and filled with unmistakable hunger, then he presses me against his chest, our bodies still moving sensually in perfect unison. I feel the powerful thrum of his heart through his shirt, mirroring the frantic pace of mine.
His gaze drops to my lips, lingering and filled with intention, and I tilt my head, offering him everything in that single vulnerable gesture. Mateo’s eyes meet mine again, searching for permission. My heart pounding wildly, I give the faintest nod before he slowly lowers his mouth toward mine.
Our lips meet in a searing, all-consuming kiss, igniting every inch of my being with raw passion. His tongue sweeps across my lower lip, coaxing my mouth open, and heat floods through me, melting away the last remnants of resistance as our bodies cling desperately together.
FIFTEEN
Mateo
The moment Vaeda’s lips touch mine, all control I’ve desperately clung to shatters. A rush of heat ignites between us, searing away every thought and hesitation, every carefully constructed barrier. The taste of her mouth, sweet and utterly intoxicating, draws me in deeper, demanding more.
With a low groan, I tighten my grip around her waist, pulling her flush against me, and her hands slide into my hair, nails lightly scraping against my scalp, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine. Every nerve in my body feels electrified, drawn irresistibly toward her.
My movements become urgent, driven by raw need as I maneuver us backward until Vaeda’s back gently hits the mirrored studio wall. A gasp escapes her, swallowed quickly by another fierce kiss. Her lips part willingly, her tongue tangling passionately with mine as our breaths mingle, hot and desperate.
My hands slip beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips trailing over soft, heated skin. Vaeda arches into my touch, her bodytrembling slightly under my palms. The sensation fuels my desire further, and with bold determination, I slide my hands higher, fingertips brushing over the bottom swell of her breasts.
“Mateo,” she breathes against my lips, voice shaky yet filled with yearning.
“I don’t want to stop,” I confess, my voice rough and strained, my lips tracing a heated path along her jawline down to her neck.
“Don’t,” she whispers urgently, her body pressing closer as her hips shift restlessly against mine.
Encouraged, my hands move further, dragging her shirt up and exposing her perfect breasts. My fingertips are tentative against her skin, teasing lightly before finally slipping upward to cup them. Her sharp inhale sends heat pooling deep within me, awakening a primal urgency that drowns out all rational thought.
Her fingers find the edges of my shirt, gripping the fabric desperately as she breaks away from the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head. The cool air against my heated skin barely registers as our bodies collide again, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. Vaeda’s hands explore the expanse of my bare chest, tracing each muscle and dip, igniting flames wherever her fingers touch.
My mouth finds hers again, deepening the kiss with reckless abandon while my thumbs brush against the sensitive peaks of her breasts, eliciting another sharp gasp from Vaeda. Her reaction drives me wild, each soft sound she makes tightening the coil of desire winding tighter within me.
My hips press insistently against hers, letting her feel exactly how much I want and need her. She responds by arching into me further, her body molding perfectly to mine. Every movement, every touch between us, grows more heated and desperate, pushing us closer to the edge of control.
“Vaeda,” I murmur huskily, lips brushing against her collarbone, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down to the hollow of her throat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Show me,” she whispers urgently, her hands tangling roughly in my hair, pulling my mouth back to hers with fierce determination.
Our kiss becomes a tempest, charged with explosive desire. Every boundary and every rule we’ve set combusts under the force of our need. Our bodies move in sync, pressed against the studio wall, completely lost in each other. There’s no turning back, no retreating from this moment, only the potent, overwhelming reality of our undeniable attraction.
In this heated embrace, I know one thing with absolute certainty: I’ll risk everything, including myself, just to hold Vaeda this close, even if it’s just for this fleeting, dangerous moment.
VAEDA
My breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps, Mateo’s taste still lingering on my lips as my hand boldly moves to cup him through his pants. His deep groan vibrates through me, sending shivers along my spine. Desire coils tighter within me, obliterating every rational thought.
Then, abruptly, the subtle but unmistakable sound of the studio’s outer door opening splinters our heated moment. The reality crashes back in, sobering and cold. Panic surges through my veins, and I push Mateo away firmly, heart hammering inside my chest.
“Someone’s here,” I whisper urgently, my voice tight with fear.
