"Well, it's the truth. So believe it. I've never been dancing before. The closest I get to it is when I am on stage, but that's it."
I put my glass down hastily when he stands smoothly out of his seat and holds his hand out to me.
"Well, join me. Because I'd love to share a dance with you." I feel my muscles tightening in excitement at the thought of him pressing me against him. He leans closer, obviously sensing my nervousness. The rich scent of his cologne fills my nose, robbing me of my common sense and making me almost woozy with desire. My heart begins to beat faster, but it's his next words that knock me completely askew, "Let me lead you." His eyes bore into mine unwavering and every inch the man who knows what he wants.
The deep cadence of his voice has a shiver rolling through my body. I swear time stops. The sounds of the restaurant and the band fall away as we continue to stare, the both of us searching for something. Longing for it.
"Trust me,"he says softly. Running his hand down my forearm, he grasps my hand firmly.
When he gives me a tug, I nervously wet my lips, feeling butterflies erupt in my stomach. My tummy trembles, forcing me to press a hand there. He affords me enough room to rise from my seat, and I let him pull me to the dance floor where a romantic instrumental song begins to play.
Alexander turns me to face him before crooking a finger under my chin to tilt my head up, and I obey every silent commandwithout a word. So enraptured I am with every movement this man makes. I hold my breath when his hand rises to brush my hair to my back, exposing the upper swells of my breasts to him.
He stares for just a moment longer than proper before his eyes flit back to mine.
Burning me up from the inside out, the stark intimacy threatens to eviscerate me.
"Touch me," he commands. And I do; I place both palms flat to his chest and fight like hell to not meet his searching gaze. The taut muscles flex under my hands. To my horror, I begin to shake with nerves when he slowly runs his fingertips down my spine and presses his left hand into my lower back, pulling me flush against every hard line of his body. He bends to my ear, barely brushing my skin, "Shhh."
I swallow hard, but in an unexpected movement that ramps up my nervousness, he lowers his hand to the curve of my ass and firmly presses me evenfurtheragainst him. A teasing grin tips his mouth, and something hot and sensual flashes in his eyes, making him harder. Onfire.
My lashes flutter at the feel of my hips settling into his, and that incessant throbbing that's been tormenting me deepens.
Peeking up at him through my lashes, I settle my right hand onto his bicep at the same time that he takes my right arm and grasps my hand, holding it out and to the side. I try to ignore my warm cheeks and focus on the feel of his body against mine.
I glance to the side nervously, slightly embarrassed that everyone else has already begun dancing, and we're just standing still. "They're already dancing," I say quietly.
Clearly nonplussed, he cocks his head to the side, and the crinkles next to his eyes deepen slightly as he smiles. "Let them worry about themselves," he replies, his hand firming onto my back and forcing me even further into him somehow, "and I will worry about you."
His words settle deep into my core, affecting me in ways I cannot express. Rolling my lips slightly, my eyes raise to his, and I give a tiny nod.
When his thigh presses against mine, I take a step back, and we begin to move gracefully, following the beat of the song.
"Wow."I giggle.
"Wow is right," he murmurs.
My eyes widen at the realization that Alexander knows what he's doing hits me. As we sway together, I can't help but imagine our bodies entangling in bed.
Alexander presses me even harder against him, now molding my upper torso to his front. He suddenly pushes me out and gives me a turn, making my hair whip out wildly, and then yanks me back to him. He lowers his face to my neck as we sway, running his nose down the sensitive spot there and nuzzling me rather blatantly.
What the hell is this between us?I relish his thigh thick between my legs, rubbing me there as we sway intimately. As I gaze up at him while we move in sync, feeling vulnerable, I can't help but wonder…is this love?
Tilting my head back I half-close my eyes, letting him lead me just like he asked. I quiver, feeling myself falling.
Alexander tilts his head down and rests his jaw against the side of my face. "See, in the game of dance, the man is the frame, and the woman is the picture in the frame. And the frame's entire purpose is to show off his picture. And you, Sarah…you make such adesirablepicture."
Ducking my head shyly, I flood my panties at his words. Turns out, Alexander is quite the seductor.
I give a breathless giggle.
"And on the contrary, what is the picture without her frame surrounding her so beautifully? I think they need each other to balance it out," I retort.
Our eyes meet as he continues to lead me through the dance, and in a bold move his hand lowers just a bit more, once again cupping the top curve of my ass and pressing me even harder into him just as the music switches into something sexier, more sultry.
My heart rate begins to ramp up, and I glance at him nervously. "Alex, I-I don't know…I don't think I can dance to this! The other one was easier."
Alexander smiles devilishly. "Breathe. I won't let you fall, sweetness. Look at me." I glance up nervously, but I'm unable to say anything. "You're okay; I've got you. Don't think. Just move with me. Here we go."
