“Dance with me?” I ask her.
She tilts her head to the side, eyes hooded.
“It’s just a dance, Becca. Please.” I tell her.
Brooke shouts behind me, “Becca! Get your ass up and dance with him, or I will.”
The fire that lives in her flashes in her eyes, and she directs it at Brooke. And, fuck, I love seeingthat.
IsBeccajealous?
Maybe I’ll just have to dance with Brooke instead then. I start lowering my hand.
She snaps her eyes up to me. “Fine. One dance, Callum.”
When she slides her fingers into my open hand, I swear actual shocks shoot up my arm from her.
She stands up, looking straight up at me as our toes practically touch. “Are we going or what?”
I smile at her and intertwine my fingers with her own, pulling her to the dance floor.
Finding a spot near the rest of the group, I spin her under my arm, and she lets me. When I spin her back, I pull her flush against my chest, laying my fingers lightly on her back. She feels so small in my grasp. Her red lips are for sure going to leave a mark on my shirt. But I don’t care right now in the slightest.
I feel the breath she sucks in. And I wait. I wait for her to either run or to start moving. I’m not going to make her do anything she doesn’t one hundred percent want.
Ten seconds pass, and we’re still at a standstill. And I wish I could hear the battle going on in her mind.
To dance or not dance. To dance or not.
It’s my turn for the air to be knocked out of my lungs. She sways the smallest of sways, pulling me a mere inch one side then the other.
I move with her on the next sway, matching her rhythm. Teetering on the edge of taking control, I move slowly, letting her set the pace.
She surprises me with her next move. My heart is in my fucking throat as she looks up at me. “If we’re going to dance, we might as well have some fun with it.”
Placing both hands on my chest, she pushes off of me with a smirk on her lips.
I suck my lip between my teeth before squinting my eyes at her and saying, “Show me what kind of fun you want to have.”
She purses her lips and spins around. I swear I’m in heaven when she pushes her ass against me and moves her hips side to side.
Her head tilts ever so slightly to the side as my fingertips trail up her neck, eliciting goose bumps in their wake. I slide my hand back down her body until it finds her hip again.
We move to the music, enjoying every second. Our focus is only on each other. My hands find her hips but I still let her lead. When the song ends and new one begins, she places her hands over mine. I interlock them and run my thumb over hers gently.
She begins pushing harder into me and I meet her effort with my own.
My hand glides up her side, and when I reach her neck, I slide my fingers into the base of her hair and tug her head to the side. Hard enough so she knows what I want, but not too hard to scare her away.
Leaning down, I press my lips against the skin right below her ear. “Say the word, love. Say the word, and I’m yours.”
My tastes buds explode as my tongue lavishes the path from her ear to the crease between her neck and shoulder.
The smallest whimper escapes her lips, and my eyes roll as my control snaps.
I spin her around and pull her against me, my forehead on hers.
She’s panting, out of breath, and her chest is rising and falling at the beat of my racing heart. My name comes out of her like a cry, begging for mercy. “Callum.”
