Page 9 of Dirty Dancer

With a sheepish expression, he opened his arms and met me more than halfway. I crashed into him and wrapped my arms around him tight. He smelled like my shampoo and soap. He’d taken his shower this morning right after me. I loved it when he used my products. It was stupid, but it just let me feel close even when he was holding himself apart.

“I really am trying, Boo-Boo,” he admitted in a low voice.

I fisted his shirt and kept my face pressed to his shoulder. Some things were just easier to address when we couldn’t see each other. Honesty sometimes required anonymity. “You don’t have to do a damn thing you don’t want to do. Ever. The only thing I need from you is for you to be happy.”

“But you want more.” It wasn’t a question. At that, I leaned back and met his troubled gaze. “I know you do.” With care, he raised his hand but he didn’t touch me without me nodding. Then he cupped my cheek so gently it made tears burn in my eyes. “The thing is—I want it too. I want to touch you and have you touch me, so the only things I feel and see are you.”

“If only it were that easy,” I murmured and he let out a long breath. “Of course, I understand. I will always understand it and that’s why in this—it’s about what you want and what you need. You set the tone and you set the pace. I’m good with everything. You want me to get on my knees and let you fuck my mouth while I don’t touch you? I will do that.”

His pupils dilated at the statement and his lips parted.

“You want me to bend over and let you fuck me from behind while I can’t see or touch you—I will do that too. I mean it, Freddie. You touching me is not a bad thing. It willneverbe a bad thing. So if that’s what you need to do to touch me, my answer willalwaysbe yes.”

The stroke of his thumb over my lower lip sent tingles shimmering through my system. “I may take you up on that.”

Oh, my heart bounced at the suggestion.

“I heard that sigh,” he said with a faint grin of his own. The fatness of his pupils betrayed his arousal and there was a hint of a flush to his own cheeks. “I share it…you still have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen and ever will see.”

“Thank you. I rather liked your dick the one time I felt it.”

That earned me a dry stare before he started laughing. Then he pressed his forehead to mine. “I adore you, Boo-Boo.”

“That’s cause I’mfetch.”

He laughed harder and gave me a gentle squeeze. After, he steadied me before he stepped back. “While we’re working on this touching thing, I have one more request.”

“Tell me.”

“Teach me to dance?”

I blinked.

“I know you’ll have to touch me when we do that and we’ll have on clothes and stuff, but I’m asking you to push me a little that way. Teach me how to dance with you.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I’d say we could start right now…”

“I know,” he said, then gave me a slow smile. “You’ll also have kept him waiting thirty-five minutes by the time we get back up there.”

He was so damn pleased with himself, I burst out laughing. “One more hug?”

“How about this?” He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine. It was a there and then gone again kiss but it sent another cascade of warmth through my system. “I’ll save you a hug for after your first practice with him.”

“That’s definitely something to look forward to!” I hurried to change, because he wasn’t wrong. I was going to have kept Sully waiting and I didn’t even care. What I cared about was that Freddie didn’t take his gaze off me as I changed. “Freddie?”

“Hmm?”

I glanced over my shoulder at him. “I can’t wait to dance with you.”

“Here’s hoping I don’t suck,” he said with a shake of his head.

“You won’t, but you will still have to do one thing for me,” I informed him as I pulled on my leotard. Once I was in it, I pulled my hair back and Freddie eyed me with a hint of apprehension.

“What?”

“You’re going to have to pick your favorite song,” I told him as I pivoted. “Fast. Slow. Hard. Gentle. Rock. Rap. I don’t care what it is, you pick the music and then we’ll dance.”

He blew out a long breath. “I can do that.”

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