Page 41 of Revived

“It’s actually Melody. I use a fake name here because of the asshole frat guys that come in,” she admitted as a blush stained her cheeks.

“Okay then, how about we grab some drinks then, Melody. I’d like a beer, whatever’s popular on tap is fine, and…” I turned to Mel, leaving the opening for her to place her order.

“I’ll have the same.”

“Okay, be right back,” Melody called out as she sauntered away, hips swaying as those frat guys she complained about took full notice. There were plenty of them at the bar, all wearing shirts that pegged them as exactly what they were. Upon further inspection, I noticed that most of the young women present were also wearing sorority shirts of some type or other.”

“Looks like we hit up a Greek night of line dancing,” Mel chuckled. “You sure do know how to go incognito Mr. North.”

“Northman,” I corrected.

“Northman,” she agreed without asking.

“North is a stage name. I want you to know and be with the man, not the monkey on the stage.”

“You’re far from just a monkey on the stage crashing symbols together,” she argued.

I shrugged as Melody placed our beers in front of us. “Still,” I managed to get out before taking a sip.

“Will that do?” Our waitress waited for our approval before getting ready to go again. “Just raise a hand when you need me, I’ll be watching out as I take care of some of the others too.”

“Thanks a bunch,” Mel offered her before taking another drink of her beer. “Not sure what this is, but it’s certainly refreshing. I don’t think I’ve had a drop of alcohol in ages.”

Before long, Mel chugged the majority of her beer down, encouraged me to do the same, and then stood with her arm outstretched toward me. “Come on, you promised me there would be line dancing, I want to see how well you do.”

“Are you sure about that?” I asked her, not entirely thrilled to be dancing to country music, but what the hell.

“We have to, it’s a requirement of entry,” she tossed back over her shoulder with a wink.

Thankfully, by the time we made our way to the dancefloor, the DJ slowed things down a bit and I was able to take Mel in my arms and simply sway to the music with her. Granted, there were others on the floor who made slow dancing look like a fucking sport, but those boys had no clue. It was all show, zero intimacy, and lacked the foreplay that bodies moving up close together afforded.

“What on Earth do they think they’re accomplishing?” Mel asked while taking note of the same things, especially since the movements of their country hoe-down meets swing-style dancing didn’t even match the tempo of the music. I shook my head.

“They’re missing the feel of the woman’s body pressed tight to theirs,” I mentioned into Mel’s ear as I yanked her body harder against mine. Her resulting giggle told me she enjoyed the way I’d just manhandled her. Good. “They’re missing the ability to whisper dirty deeds that come later into her ear and watch her body explode as she shivers at the thought,” I growled there, leaving a gentle, discordant kiss on the shell of her ear in the wake of my words. My effort elicited the exact response, and I moved my hands up her sides, over her shoulders, and back down her arms a moment, noting the raised hairs there before I tucked them back into her hips and once again pulled her as close as possible. “Those boys are missing the sway of their women’s hips in tandem with their own, the push pull, and the slightest touch of their bodies that let you know where to pay closer attention later.”

Mel moaned her response at first and then eased up on her tiptoes to whisper her words into my ear. “The scrape of his scruffy jaw across her smooth one,” she told me as she slid back a little and then returned making the motion shed just described while also leaving trails of warmth from her breath. “Those women are missing out on the promise of how that might feel in other places on her body, and how telling him about it turns him on so much you can feel him just there on your belly.”

“Shit, Mel,” I huffed out in response at the same time my hips tilted forward, almost of their own accord, as if to bring home her point. I was hard as a fucking rock and there was no doubt she’d been feeling the evidence exactly where she’d just mentioned. “We may not make a full dance if you go there right now,” I warned.

“Honestly?” She questioned, and tipped my head back so that I could look down into her eyes once more. The slight nod I gave was all she needed. “I wouldn’t be mad about it. This place isn’t exactly our crowd,” she insisted quietly as if second guessing where the decision would lead us.

“I think you found the perfect excuse for us to get out of here, but make no mistake, Mel, we don’t need one. You’re reason enough for me.”

“What are we still doing here then?” She asked and that was when I lost the battle and my restraint broke. We found our waitress, Melody and thanked her with a hundred dollar bill for a tip before heading out. The quick ride back to the hotel was mostly hands off since our security staff was driving us around. The moment we ducked inside my room though, I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off the beautiful woman who was finally going to be mine.

“If I knew one beer and a little dancing was all it would take to get you to be with me,” I started to tease. She just shook her head and stopped me cold in my tracks.

“That’s not all it took,” she whispered.

“I know that, sweetheart. It was a joke.” I leaned down and kissed her pouty little lips, the top just one a bit fuller than the bottom and in that bow shape that I was starting to find irresistible. I nipped at the spot. “I’ve been falling for every little piece of you since the moment our eyes first met and you took care of my son without giving me much of a second thought.”

“I didn’t know exactly who you were, at the time, but I definitely gave you more than one though,” she giggled. “How could I not?” She asked the question before leaning up and placing a kiss just under my chin, then she grabbed hold of my cheeks with the gentlest touch, and tipped my head enough that our mouths could meet once more. It was her turn to nip at my lips and tease them with just a tantalizing taste of what was on offer. “I knew what you meant, but I’m telling you now, if we do this… I’m not one of those girls. I’m not like…” Whoever she had been about to say, the name was swallowed with a slight shake of her head. “I’m not a toy to be played with,” was what came out of her instead.

“No, you’re not,” I agreed and then sealed my mouth to hers, before gently slipping my tongue between her slightly parted lips, and then taking full advantage of that entrance granted. Tongues glided, hands wandered, and all the while, the heat that had cooled a bit with the direction of our conversation came back to life between us.

Mel slid her hands up under my t-shirt, those fingertips leaving a trail of fire behind wherever she touched. Fuck. I don’t think someone’s simple touch had ever lit me up that way before. My body was nothing, but a big fucking ball of anticipation. “Mel,” I hissed as she reached my chest and gave my nipples a little pinch. That was it, I had the shirt torn from my body in seconds as her mouth then latched on, and she nipped first one, then the other. Light laughter followed before she went back and licked each one, as if to appease the sting she’d left behind.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” she admitted, but it wasn’t the admission that turned me on so much as the sultry way her voice had deepened just a bit. Her fingernails trailed back down the line of hair that went from my chest to stomach, then dipped into my jeans. “I need more,” she insisted, and that was everything I needed to hear.

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