“I don’t slow dance.” She shrugs. “So I guess—”
Her words falter when I grab her waist and pull her body against mine, her hands falling against my chest. “You do now,” I tell her and for the first time, her confidence seems to falter slightly, but it doesn’t stop her from snaking her hands from my chest up to my neck where they rest.
My body buzzes with how close we are to one another, at the way her nails are gently scraping the back of my neck. She smells like coconut and mint, and all I want to do is taste it off her lips.
I sway us around the dance floor, and with her eyes on mine, she relaxes under my touch.
“What sport do you play?” she asks, breaking the silence.
“I’m a pitcher.”
I leave it vague, not wanting to delve too much information just yet because you never know people’s intentions.
“And yet you’re getting shoved around with ease,” she quips.
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” I question as a smile attempts to break free on my lips.
“Nope.”
“Tell me then, what sport doyouplay?”
“What makes you think I’m an athlete?” She tilts her head to the side in question.
“Your muscle definition speaks for itself.”
“Checking me out, huh?” She smiles at me for the first time, and I swear to God, I’ve never seen something so pretty. It’s like seeing the sun again after a long winter. Full of warmth, hope, and beauty.
“More like I can’t keep my eyes off you.”
Her brown eyes dip to my lips and the urge to find out how her lips feel against mine takes over.
I tilt my head down to do exactly that when she slightly pulls back, averting her gaze from my lips and back up to my eyes, her breath brushing against my lips. Desire coats her eyes in a glaze, and I’m about to kiss her when another couple bumps into us.
The trance is gone just like that, and I internally curse at the missed opportunity to see what she tastes like.
“You’re right. I, uh, I’m a figure skater,” she confirms, her voice shaky as she tries to return to the conversation we had prior to our near kiss.
I clear my throat. “That’s amazing. You ever compete professionally?” I ask, going along with the conversation because I don’t want to move too fast.
She scoffs playfully. “Ask my gold medals.”
I pause our movement as I go still. “So not only are you beautiful, you’re also a world-renowned champion? I should be bowing down to you.”
She raises a brow before leaning up on her toes to whisper in my ear, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees.”
Those words nearly undo me, almost bringing me to my knees right then and there.
She’s making it clear what she wants, giving me an invitation to decide how this is going to end.
I know I told Ryker I was done with meaningless hookups, but I’d do just about anything to spend more time with her.
My hand on her hip slides around to the small of her back, using it to press her body against mine as I whisper back. “It’d be my honor.”
She pulls back, her brown eyes staring up into mine with want as she says, “People are only honorable when their actions match their words.”
“I’m willing to put my words into action,” I tell her, my blood turning hot as desire thrums throughout my body.
There are so many things I’d like to do to her, and tonight is hopefully only the beginning.
