“You can take over if you like.”
“No, I can’t.”
“With the Argentine tango you can. A woman can initiate moves. That’s why I thought—”
“What?” she asked with avid curiosity.
He pulled her off the dance floor. “Watch,” he said, pointing at a couple.
He pointed out various moments when the woman initiated moves. Flicking her foot or leg between the man’s legs, suddenly turning a shoulder and shifting their direction.
“But how do they know? I mean, if the man’s leading, how does he know when the woman’s going to take over?”
“It’s why I have to hold you so close.”
Without warning, he pulled her to him and pressed his body into hers. He looked down. “See what I mean?”
She swallowed, trying to ignore the tingling between her thighs. “But you’re not doing anything.”
He lifted his right leg and pushed it forward, in between her legs and right through that slit in her skirt, forcing her leg back. He’d lifted it high enough that his thigh not only brushed her inner thigh, it grazed her pussy.
She gasped.
“Are you okay?” he asked, with a curve in his lip that told her he wanted to laugh or at least grin.
Motherfucker.
“Of course I’m okay. You just caught me by surprise.”
He swiftly swung her round, disengaging his leg, only to do it. Again.
Okay, Sir Stick Up His Ass, it’s one thing to forage the coastline down under, but you’re coming dangerously close to venturing into the bush.
He shifted direction and did it.
Again?
She held her breath as that area between her thighs was hit with a downpour.
If he does it even one more time, they’re going to have to issue a tsunami warning.
“You have to feel your partner’s body with your own.”
Say something. Anything.
“But if you haven’t rehearsed in advance—” She paused, swallowing and cursing that tremble in her voice. Still, anything was better than silence. “Even if your bodies are close, you might feel something but not know what it’s telling you, which way to move or whatever. At least not at that moment. And after that it’s too late.”
“It requires trust.”
They weren’t moving. They were just standing in one place, his arms wrapped around her, and his thigh oh-so-strategically placed between hers.
She swallowed. “I don’t see how that answers my question.”
“You have to trust what your body is telling you. You just need to let go and go where the music, your partner, and your own body tells you to. Just move and don’t think. I would have thought that was something you would be good at, given it seems to be the way you live your life. I would think you’d be a natural.”
“And I would have thought that was something you would not be good at—in fact something you’d be very, very, very bad at, given the way you live your life.”
She wasn’t sure what response she expected. She only knew it wasn’t the one she got.
