She smiled, lifting her head to look up at me. “I thought I was dancing.”
A half-smile curved my lips. She was feisty, and I liked that. “I mean, do you want to dance with me?”
She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she took a step backward, and her eyes traveled down me, very blatantly taking my measure without any trepidation. I stood still, letting her check me out, the heat of her gaze raking over me as though her fingertips were doing the work. Damn, this woman was something else. I was willing to bet there wasn’t a shy bone in her body.
When she’d finished, she eased closer to me, almost pressing against my body, her unfettered tits grazing my chest as she reached up to circle her arms around my neck.
“Is it reallyjusta dance you’re asking me for?”
For a solid minute, I forgot the answer to that question. Hell, I forgot my own fucking name. All I could remember was the way her eyes held mine, and the allure of the parts of her touching the parts of me. I wanted her, and I wanted her now. I pictured myself lifting her dress and settling her over my throbbing cock. I felt her boobs in my palms, even though right now, my hands were securely around her back, not even grasping her ass.
Steeling myself not to give away too much too fast, I dropped my mouth to her ear again.
“I’m not limiting any of our options, sugar. But let’s start with a dance and see where that leads.”
