Page 46 of The Way We Dance

Giselle

Isaid the exact words I used to describe him the first day I met him. Those were the words that first crawled under his skin and I remembered them verbatim. I didn't mean to be insulting at the time, I was just doing my job and listing things we needed to address.

This time? This time I was intentionally digging under his skin. I was taunting him and hoping he took the hint. I wanted his thumbs between my legs, and his hands on my thighs. I wanted to feel how I felt on Tuesday, right before the door busted in.

If I had to scream and yell again, I had already decided I would. Luckily, it wasn’t long before Ty took the bait and moved again.

Keeping his eyes still on mine, Ty lowered his lips to my neck and slowly licked, testing the waters. Tilting my head, I made sure he knew that was exactly what I wanted and he took the extra space to flatten his tongue on my neck.

A small moan escaped my mouth before my eyes started closing of their own accord. Ty's hands left the barre and found my hips, holding me in place as he pressed his hard cock into my backside. Pressing into him, I started to move slightly until he gave me a small growl of his own.

Snapping my eyes back open, I watched him in the mirror as he took over the movement of my hips, grinding into me harder and harder.

"Start the music," Ty whispered.

Lifting off the barre, I reached to the table I kept the phone on and blindly scrolled my playlist, hitting play and dropping the phone to the floor. I didn't give a shit what song played or how loud it was, I needed my hands back on the barre before I sunk to the ground from the need coursing in my veins.

Wicked Games by The Weekend started and I knew it was a dirty trick by karma. Something so sexual, so lyrically accurate, playing while we moved against one another. If I had anything holding me back, that was just enough to erase whatever it was.

"Lean up, baby," Ty whispered. "Dance with me."

I raised off the barre and kept my body against his as he pulled us into the middle of the room. He continued to move against me, encouraging me to dance. I started to move my hips, the way I had been moments before, only this time, we moved in rhythm together, to the beat.

Ty wrapped his hands tighter around my waist, holding me so I could fall into him deeper. I laid my head back on his shoulder and closed my eyes, letting my body move however it felt like it. We were dancing, swaying, and I could feel every part of me coming unraveled.

Without my one-piece leotard on, Ty found the sensitive skin of my stomach and started caressing me with the tips of his fingers. My hands fell on top of his and held them in place as a small moan once again escaped my lips.

I could feel Ty's breath on my neck, even and controlled. Every so often, his lips would close in a kiss or his tongue would taste my skin.

It wasn't until the song ended that the spell broke, but only for a second. Ty grabbed one hand and twirled me around so I was facing him, pulling me into his body, face to face. Instead of his hands back on my hips, he wrapped them around each side of my neck and brought my lips close to his, touching just slightly.

"This is so much better than pissing you off," he whispered. His tongue snaked out and tested the seam of my lips before retreating. "You're going to let me kiss you, aren't you?"

I nodded quickly, urgently. I had no fronts or walls up where he was concerned. Not anymore. So I had no reason to play coy or try lying. Not only was I going to let him kiss me, I was going to let him do whatever the hell he wanted. He didn't even have to ask.

The new music was a slow song I didn't recognize, but we swayed back and forth like we were in middle school—Ty's hands never leaving my neck. This was pure bliss and yet, it was some form of torture as well.

What was he waiting for?

I leaned in, about to take control and take what I wanted, but he stopped me by pulling back on my neck. Looking in my eyes, he gave me a knowing smirk before crashing his lips to mine.

Finally.

It was only a few minutes, but the wait felt like years, and Ty knew what it was doing to me. What he didn't anticipate was what it did to him in return.

His attempt to keep control was lost as our kiss deepened and our dance slowed. Ty blindly backed me into the barre and lifted me slightly so I sat on top of it. He held me in place by pressing his body between my open legs and his chest against mine.

It was late, and no one was coming in. I didn't check, but I had no doubt Ty locked the door when he came in. I never could have imagined myself stumbling so far that I had sex in my studio. The prima ballerina in me wanted to cringe, but the needy woman in me wanted to celebrate.

Pawing at Ty's clothes, I let him know it was time to lose them. If we were going to dance the way we were and kiss the way we were, then we were going to make the most of it.

Ty pulled back, leaving me sitting on the barre, my legs dangling. He lifted his hands to his back, showing me the tattoos on his triceps before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the ground.

My eyes widened and Ty stood still, letting me soak him in. He was sculpted to perfection with dark tanned skin and tattoos strategically placed all over his arms and torso. He had a small patch of hair that led below his loose fitting shorts and a very hard dick trying to find its way to me.

He kept his eyes on me as he toed off his shoes, followed by his socks. My teeth sunk down into my lip and I jumped off the barre, getting close enough to run my fingers in every dip he had in his chest and stomach. He watched as my fingers moved back and forth, slowly making its way down to his shorts.

I hooked one finger in his elastic waistband and pulled, watching to see his reaction. He started biting his own lip, sucking breath harshly between his teeth, waiting to see what I did next.

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