She whimpered and clutched handfuls of his hair, left loose todry after his post-rehearsal shower. Her sounds of pleasure urged him on. Stone cupped her breast with every ounce of gentleness he could summon. Maybe it would counteract the roughness of his hands.
But Gina didn’t seem to mind. She wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing his aching cock right against the warmth between her legs.
He groaned, tonguing her other nipple as he dragged his hands up her rib cage, a move reminiscent of their tango. Her head thrashed against the arm of the sofa, and she arched against his mouth.
He had to be the luckiest fucking guy in the world right now.
When she grabbed his cheeks to pull his face to hers for a deep, searching kiss, his brain exploded. No more thoughts. Just feelings.
The heat of her skin—smooth and sleek, toned and taut—sliding against his. Her mouth—open to his tongue and so, so sweet. Her hands—exploring every inch of his exposed skin, digging into his muscles and skimming along his abs.
He was losing his mind.
“Touch me, Stone,” she said, gasping. “Please.”
He couldn’t deny her. In the time they’d known each other, their dynamic had always beenshe spoke, and he obeyed.He ran his hand down her body, drawing it over her hip before pressing it between her legs. Her warmth emanated through the shorts, which were high enough that he could slip his fingers under the denim and her panties to touch her.
She was hot and wet, and as he plied her slick folds with the goal of bringing her to orgasm, all he could think of was sinking inside her. He touched her clit, circling it with his fingers.
“More?”
Gina flung her arm over her eyes. “Yes. Shut up and touch me.”
Again, Stone obeyed. Before he knew it, she was clinging to his shoulders and crying out in his ear. His whole body clenched with need as her core contracted around his fingers. With his otherhand, he lifted her head, claiming her mouth to devour her gasps and moans with a kiss.
The buzzing sound didn’t register as anything he needed to pay attention to until she pulled her mouth from his.
“My phone. It’s Natasha.” She scrambled to snatch the device from the coffee table, and it was only then he realized the phone was also spitting out a jingle with Spanish lyrics.
“Hey, Tash.” Gina held the phone to her ear and swiped her hair from her face. She was still open beneath him, still gripping his hips with her legs, still topless. “Um, watching TV.”
Gina pressed a hand to her chest, perhaps to get her breathing under control, and finally made eye contact with him. Bringing a finger to her lips, she mouthed,She can’t know.
Frowning, Stone nodded and kept quiet while Gina rattled off a grocery list. He eased away and reached for their shirts, since it was painfully obvious the moment was over. Bypassing the bra, Gina slipped on her top without removing the phone from her ear. Stone pulled on his T-shirt, and the second Gina ended the call, he stacked their dishes.
“Sorry about that.” Gina ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it down. “She’s on her way home from the supermarket.”
“It’s cool.” He took the dishes into the kitchen and set them in the sink. He turned on the water but she came up behind him and turned it off.
“We have a dishwasher,” she said. “I’ll load it.”
“Okay.” Silence stretched between them. Inside, he was a riot of emotions, and he struggled to figure out what to say next. They’d been lost in their own little world one second, then abruptly cast back into the real world the next. He was still catching his bearings. Finally, he said, “I guess I should leave before Natasha gets here.”
“Yeah.” Gina leaned against the edge of the counter and reached for his hand. “Stone.”
He drew her to him—slowly, so she had a chance to pull away if she wanted. She pressed her body to his and lifted her chin for hiskiss. This one was slower, less desperate, but no less frightening in its intensity. If anything, this softer kiss tightened his body more than all the things they’d done on her sofa.
Gina broke the kiss first. With her eyes closed, she let out a little hum of pleasure and licked her lips. Then she sighed and took a step back, away from him.
“This is a bad idea, Stone.”
He didn’t say anything. It was, he knew it, but he was hard and aching, and having trouble remembering why he was supposed to be staying away from her.
“I don’t… get involved… with dance partners. My career is too important to me.”
Oh, right. That was why. He had to keep his hands off her, because at the end of all this, he was going back to Alaska, and she was staying in Los Angeles to climb the glittering ladder of fame.
It didn’t stop him from wanting her, though.
