Page 50 of Dance for Me

Vanessa fast walked up to him. “That’s good though Jack! We’re so close. Then, I can finally go back home!”

She got so excited, she jumped up and gave Jack a hug. Actually, she wasn’t so sure she was excited to go back home but she wrapped her arms around his neck, having to stand on her tip toes, barely even making it. He returned the gesture by wrapping his strong arms around her back. Vanessa took advantage of the feeling, his arms around her felt too good, too good to not stay like that for a little while longer. So, she didn’t pull away, not yet at least.

“Not that I don’t like being here, but you know what I mean.”

He unlocked their hold, sweeping a piece of hair off her lip and letting his finger linger there.

“Yeah, I mean I’m sorry that it’s so bad for you here.”

He did the running his hand through his hair thing and then went over to stand in front of the giant windows.

“I’m sorry Jack, that’s not what I meant. I just meant, that I need to get back to my life at some point.” She followed him to the window with her glass in her hand and his beer in his. He didn’t say anything. “How about we celebrate,” she spun around with a laugh.

“Celebrate huh? We still don’t know who the hell the guy is.”

“Sure, but we’re close!” She looked around and saw the pool table. “Let’s play pool.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I will kick your ass. You do know that, right?”

“Probably,” she shrugged and he walked to the table with a smirk and an eye roll. She knew he could considering she had never played pool before. He placed the triangle on the table and then aligned the pool balls in the appropriate spot.

“Solids or stripes?” He asked her.

“Um, stripes I guess?”

He smiled and took the pool stick in his hand and leaned forward. She had to admire the way his back muscles moved with the motion and his bicep muscle grew as he moved the stick back. In one perfect hit, the pool balls separated, some banged off the walls and sunk in.

“Alright you’re up.”

She clapped her hands together and pulled off her long sleeve shirt, tossing it onto the floor.

“Hey, this isn’t strip poker but I’m not arguing if you’re up for it,” he playfully joked.

“Down boy, it’s just too restricting.” She moved past him, running her fingers along his chest, and grabbed the stick. She wasn’t sure what made her do that, but she liked it. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and breathed out.

She saw him eyeing her breasts that had spilled out of her tank top as she leaned forward. Her stick contacted with the cue ball, and the ball went flying up in the air, but with quick reflexes, Jack caught it.

“You’ve never played pool before have you?”

She grinned and shook her head. “Nope, you caught me.”

“Damn girl, alright,” he lined up the cue ball again to where it was. “Come on. Let me show you.” He moved up behind her and leaned forward, causing her to lean with him. He placed his hand over top of hers to show her the proper way to strike the ball, but she could care less of it right now. Her cheeks warmed. Hell, her whole body was on fire. He must have realized how suggestive this was because his body tensed as she felt the power of his muscles over top of her arms.

“Um…” her mouth went dry. “I-I think… I think I got it now, thanks.” He didn’t say anything, all he did was slowly straighten into a standing position and Vanessa followed. But he didn’t move, he stood behind her like a cement wall.

He took a step closer, his chest now pressed to her back and he gripped the edge of the table beside her with both hands, caging her in. “Jack…”

She felt his lips gently touch her neck and she tilted her head back hitting his chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered into her ear causing her to shiver.

“Jack…” He slid his hand down her arm until he reached her stomach. He pulled her flesh up against him. She could feel his hard erection pressing on her and it was the hottest thing ever. She let out a small moan and that’s when he whipped her around, grabbed onto her hips, and sat her on the table.

His eyes were hungry, starving even, like he wanted to devour her. They stayed facing each other, searching in each other’s eyes. He was looking for approval but there was no approval necessary because she would let him do whatever he wanted to her. Hell, she didn’t care, she wanted him.

“I thought… I thought you didn’t want me like that.” She searched his eyes for an answer as he ran his up and down her body before he took a step in. He couldn’t get any closer if he wanted to.

He cupped her face in between his palms, staring into her eyes. “There was never and I mean never a time that I didn’t want you. I dream…” he shook his head. “Fuck, no, I fantasize about you, about your eyes, your body… I try not to, but I end up imagining every damn day what you would taste like, feel like. And it has completely consumed me. You have completely consumed me Vanessa and I am powerless to stop it anymore.”

She sucked in a soft breath. “I…”

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