Rush’s smile threatened, but he kept his expression solemn. Hell. He planned to do the same thing the second they were alone.
“See you next rehearsal, buddy,” Lily called after him. “Don’t forget to bring the frankincense.”
When the door shut, silence filled the studio. Rush’s gaze lingered on Lily’s flushed cheeks then dragged lower. The skintight black thing she wore hugged her breasts tight, lifting them high, the creamy swells begging for his mouth. His eyes tracked down to the sheer black skirt and pink tights outlining her hips and long legs—legs he suddenly needed wrapped around him again.
He swallowed a groan as she moved across the room. The back of her outfit dipped low in the back, leaving a smooth expanse of porcelain skin. Graceful, feminine, and so goddamn sexy he couldn’t think straight. All curves and soft lines wrapped up and begging for him to tear her clothing off her body and get his hands on her bare skin.
Last night’s kitchen scene slammed into him—Lily sprawled out on his counter, her thighs spread wide. He hadn’t been able to think straight then either. Clearly, nothing had changed.
“Hey,” she murmured, resting against the door. “That musthave been hard,” she said, her eyes too soft and too knowing. “Was that the first time you’ve seen?—”
The air in his chest turned thick and suffocating, threatening to choke him. He cut her off fast. “Have you had lunch?” He needed to replace the look in her eyes. Needed to erase it with something else. Something that wouldn’t make him sweat and panic. Something he could control.
“Not yet.” She tipped her head, studying him and apparently choosing to let it go. “I was going to eat now. I don’t have any classes until the afternoon.”
“Good,” he said curtly.
“I’ll just grab my purse.” She flipped the sign in the window to Be Back Soon and brushed past him.
Rush moved to the door, locked it with a decisiveclick,and hung his coat on the rack.
He followed her down the short hall, his eyes on her round ass. His gaze snagged on another door before they reached her office. It was a small, windowless studio with a barre running the length of the mirrored wall. His pulse kicked hard.
“That’s my private studio,” Lily said, coming up behind him. She flicked the lights on. “I use it for one-on-one lessons or when I want to dance by myself.”
Rush flicked the lights back off. Lily’s eyes lifted to his, widening when she saw his jacket gone.
“Come here,” he ordered, reaching for her hand, his cock already thickening at the thought of drowning out everything else but her.
She flushed prettily, hesitated, then stepped forward into the room. A slow smile tugged at his mouth. Lily liked when he took control. Perfect. He liked giving orders.
“Closer,” he said, firmer, using his body to crowd her toward the barre.
She took another step, then another, until she stood in frontof him, tilting her face up, trust he hadn’t earned shining in her eyes.
Two strides and he had her against the mirrored wall with the barre at her back. He breathed her in like oxygen after drowning—her warmth, her calm. She was all soft, sweet woman, so open and pure in her want.
“Give me your wrists, Lily.”
“But—”
“Let go,” he said roughly. “That’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it? To stop being so damn scared.”
Her lips parted, cheeks tinged a deep pink, but she held his eyes steadily. “Yes.”
He curled his hand around her slim, pale neck, his thumb pressing just enough to feel the frantic flutter of her pulse. A few red curls had escaped from her bun, teasing his knuckles as he tilted her head back.
“You’ve played it safe your whole life. Missionary sex on Saturdays. Birthday blow jobs like a good little girlfriend. Never let yourself want more. Never let yourself lose control.” He traced his fingertip along her neckline, dipping into the shadowy valley between her breasts, feeling her body tremble at his touch. “But you want more than that, don’t you, darlin’?”
Her chest rose faster, her eyes huge in her face. Finally, she nodded.
“Say it.” He leaned into her, letting her feel his hardness.
“I want more,” she whispered.
He pressed his body flush against hers, letting her feel exactly what more meant.
“You ever been kissed in cuffs?”
