Alex’s heart hammered in his chest.
She ran a finger along the slit of her dress. Even that simple movement had his stomach in knots of anticipation. All her gestures and actions intrigued him, even the most banal ones. The way she moved her hair off her face had him spellbound. Every time she crossed and uncrossed her long legs, he had fantasies of wrapping them about his waist or his shoulders.
Although there wasn’t a dance floor in the VIP suite, it wasn’t unusual for VIP guests to dance there. The music from the main part of the club was easily heard from this vantage point. As the DJ launched into a popular dance song, a number of the VIP guests started swaying. The beat was slow and sensual, rather than the usual amped up rhythms.
It wasn’t long before some of the guests started grinding up against each other, exploring their own boundaries. Couples bumped hips. Hands gripped waists. There were a few long, deep kisses.
“I love this song.” Dana closed her eyes for a moment, humming a few bars. “Dance with me.”
His throat tight, Alex stood and held out his hand, helping her to her feet. He pulled her into his arms. Her breasts crushed against his chest and her arms went around his neck. Gripping her hips, he held her close.
The fabric of her gown was so delicate, he could almost feel the softness of her skin through it. He kneaded her hips in time to the music and she swayed in his arms. When she dropped her head to his shoulder, he felt a shift, a yearning.
She yielded.
It seemed stupid. They were just two people dancing in a nightclub but suddenly, they were the only two people in the world.
She trusted him and he wouldn’t abuse that trust for anything.
Lost in their dance, they moved, their bodies touching. His left hand rested so close to the top of the gown’s slit. He longer to inch his fingers toward the exposed skin but bided his time. Instead, he lifted it to her hair and toyed with her curls. Kissing the length of her neck, he buried his fingers in her thick hair. With a light touch, he tugged and made her look at him. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Their first kiss of the evening hadn’t exactly been tentative. The second one was even less so. When her lips met his this time, she closed her eyes and moaned. Alex trailed his fingers down her arms and back down to her hips. They were so lush and round. He could die touching those hips and he’d die a happy man.
Dana ran a hand up her exposed thigh, her fingers moving in a slow, circling dance of their own.
Alex’s breath seized. He turned her so her back was toward the opening of the nook.
Anyone who looked in at them would only think they were dancing.
“Touch me.” Her voice cracked with need.
He teased his finger under the fabric at her hip. Her skin there was so soft and he ached to drop to his knees and make the same journey with his lips. She sighed, relaxing into his touch. Giving in to temptation, he kissed the soft skin of her neck. She smelled so good, tasted so good. His cock was a painful rod between their bodies and she knew it. She wriggled her body against his, making him want to curse and shout.
The music pulsed long after the radio version of the song had ended. The DJ had chosen to spin an extended version of the sultry hit. It seemed the entire VIP suite throbbed with each beat.
Alex slipped his hand between Dana’s legs. She was wet. Pure silk.
Her knees buckled but he held her in his other arm, guiding their dance.
“I’ve got you.”
Dana rocked against his hand, transported. She moved aside the front of her dress to give him better access. Alex looked down and choked back a groan. She had the prettiest pussy, decorated by a tantalizing landing strip. He ran his finger along it, tugging on the tiny hairs, hoping she would be stimulated by the sting of mild pain.
“Yes,” she said on a breath.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Alex caressed her over and over, basking in the sweet sound of Dana’s moans. As she writhed, he eased his finger inside her body. She was tight and welcoming. She uttered a curse and he withdrew his finger, circling her clit. It was so swollen, so ripe, and her body seemed ready to go off. She was coming apart in his hands and he’d never felt so strong and virile.
She made him feel like a fucking god.
His cock throbbed. It ached for communion.
