Elijah spins, full-on John Travolta style, and I double over laughing, remembering Gabriel’s warning about Elijahforgetting his age when he’s out on the dance floor. Seems I’m about to find out if it’s true.
He finishes the fantastic spin, looks me straight in the eyes, and flashes the most mischievous grin I’ve ever seen.
And then… he fucking moves.
And, my god. Gabriel wasn’t kidding!
He’s like rapid fire—pumping down my body, humping up my leg, hips swaying and moving, making love to the beat and my body as he rocks himself all over my bones. His mouth comes to rest at my laughing lips; smile cocky and sure. He knows I’m impressed, not to mention totally turned on. Strobe lights dance across those pillowy lips as his smile flirts with mine.
Oh yeah, he’s definitely showing off.
And he just keeps on going.
He reaches for my waist, rocking those hips against every damn curve of my body, attacking me and the music as I try like hell to keep up.
But he’s effortless.
Smooth.
Ricofuckingsuave.
I thought his Spanish words were intoxicating—his dance moves are downright rebellious!
That’s not to say I didn’t have my own moves back in the day—but with Elijah, I’m pulling out everything. And I’m rocking right there with him, body to body, curve to curve.
He’s driving me wild.
Fuckinginsane.
The DJ spins a new beat and Elijah rolls right with the changeover, slithering like a snake around my bones.
Fuck yes!Ricky Martin!
The crowd roars as salsa pumps through the speakers, and Elijah throws his arms up in the air, his hips catching the beat like it’s in his damn blood.
Mother of God.I wipe the sweat from my face.
“Hold on,” he cautions, and I wrap my arms around his tapered waist, bracing for the ride, fully surrendering to his Puerto Rican culture. My hips sway in sync with his—at least that’s what I tell myself—and I do my best to follow his naturally skilled feet as they dust the floor like a fucking pro.
He’s phenomenal.
Trying to match the rhythm of his cultivated salsa moves, I gleefully toss my head back, laughter bubbling up, as twinkle lights strobe across his face, casting a glow over his beautifully bronzed skin. I’m transfixed. He looks incredible. Handsome. I can’t believe he’s all mine. My eyes roam over every inch of him and, just like that, the crowd fades away.
It’s only him.
Only us.
This is the best night of my life!
The song comes to an end, and red strobe lights explode like fireworks above us. The color of crimson falls in waves down the walls and onto the dance floor. Elijah leans in and takes my mouth in a blistering kiss, and I suck salaciously on his generous lower lip. I fucking love this man.
“I need some water.” I’m panting, desperately trying to catch my breath from the chaotic rhythm of my newly acquired salsa moves.
“Same.” He laughs, only slightly winded—no surprise there. I’m pretty sure he could’ve spent the entire night on the dance floor without taking a breather. But he lets me off the hook, planting a tender kiss on my cheek. “I’m going to take a leak. I’ll meet you back at the bar.”
I nod. My chest swells with so much admiration, so muchjoy, as I watch him walk off one way and I head the other, wearing the biggest fucking smile on my face.
“Two waters, please!”I call out, raising two fingers as the bartender waltzes by, effortlessly balancing five cocktails in one hand. He nods at my beaming face. I must look ridiculous, but ask me if I care… I don’t. I’m riding this happiness high for as long as possible. Forever, if I can.
