“Come here.” I took her empty glass and set it down, then took hold of her. “Time to remember. It’s just you and me and the music. Let’s just enjoy it.”
I led her to the dance floor, finding space and then we started to learn the rhythm of the band. Of each other.
I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the feel of the night that made her wake from her world of work, but the Simone that started to dance and move and shimmy was not the same woman I was used to seeing scowling in the restaurant and bartering with wholesalers. She swung around in my arms, twerked against my body, pressed up to my chest and everywhere else. She let me pick her up, her legs wrapped round my waist as we pretended to be Jonny and Penny inDirty Dancing, laughing even though I thought we were pretty good at it. Her body was tight and hot, enough flesh on show that I was spellbound by her, my eyes taking her in as if she was oxygen for them. She was smiling and her eyes shone, her hands above her head as she moved to the music, her body completely carried away by the beat.
I didn’t notice anyone else dancing. The music and Simone’s occasional words were all I heard, because nothing else was relevant. She had her arms around my neck, tits pressed against my chest. My arms were around her, hands on her ass, our movements becoming more subtle as the music had started to slow, the end of the night closer.
Her dark eyes shone up at me, her lips slightly parted. We’d done nothing but dance since we’d had that first drink, all my fucking energy going into moving with the music and touching her. I pressed my fingers into the cheeks of her ass, just hard enough to make her realise that I wasn’t just a dance partner. There was nothing professional about this.
She fed her fingers into the back of my hair, pulling gently. My dick had been hard most of the evening; dancing with a woman who was becoming pretty much my sole fantasy. I wasn’t doing anything to hide it and she didn’t seem to be offended or upset; she’d taken to pressing closer to my cock when we were dancing and I had pushed her closer. She knew. The light in her eyes and the wicked smile on her face had told me she knew.
She licked her lips, eyes locked on mine. My mouth was inches from hers and before I questioned what I was doing, I lessened the distance and kissed her. She tasted of coconut and rum, sweet with a kick. Against mine, her lips were soft but insistent. Tentative and testing.
I remembered what Sophie had said: there had been no one else since her marriage had ended. Did that mean it had been that long since she’d been kissed? I kept my touch as light as I could control, my mouth undemanding. I didn’t want to push. As much as I wanted to pin her against a wall and make her come the hardest she had in her life, I knew that would scare her into next week.
I pulled back, still holding her. Her lips were swollen, pupils dark and big. She looked exactly as I wanted her to after I’d just kissed her.
Wanting more.
“I should take you home.”
“Do you want to stay?”
I lifted one hand and brushed it through her hair. “Yes. Yes to everything but not tonight. I’ll take your spare room. And another date. And another kiss.”
“I never thought you’d be such a gentleman.”
I started to move her in my arms to the music, now a slow song, one to hold someone to at the end of the night. “I never thought you’d kiss me.”
“Neither did I until a couple of weeks ago.” She looked up at me, smiling. “And I checked your ass out properly.”
“So this is just about my ass?”
“And your breakfasts.”
I kissed her again. This time it smouldered, the burn slow and building, the music forgotten. Her hands trailed down from my neck, over my chest. I remained static, knowing as soon as my fingers started to explore, I wouldn’t be able to stop and we were still in public. She was honey and sugar and all things that I wanted to become addicted to.
The music stopped but we didn’t. Perhaps it was the most innocent kiss I’d had, maybe it was the one with the most promise. I hoped so.
“Are you staying?”
Her words were almost a plea.
“If you want me to, I’d like to stay.”
She shifted against me, pushing her tits to my chest. I groaned, feeling any resolve I had slipping away like over-cooked spaghetti.
“Sim, I’mtryingto be a gentleman.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to be.”
* * *
Somehow we walked backto Simone’s. It took us three times as long to get there as it should’ve done, stopping every few steps like horny teenagers for another taste of each other. It felt like we were teenagers. She was part unsure and part wild, like a feral cat that had been half tamed but was still frightened.
Nothing went beyond kisses. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a woman and not wanted to find a release or know there was a release coming, but tonight that wasn’t the goal.
We reached her door and she fumbled for her keys. I held her from behind, my arms around her waist, thumbs just below her tits. I wanted to cup them, feel the weight of them in my hands and find how how responsive her nipples were, but not yet.
