Page 22 of Watch Me

His face looms dominant, masterful. “Yes.”

My nipples spring to hard peaks.

As he raises me slowly, he curls one hand around my nape. The other he flattens between my breasts…before slowly shifting to press over one soft mound. He teases my nipple with a soft touch.

I suck in a breath. Desire drops like a bomb in the pit of my stomach. That strong face of his—all hint of teasing, of reassuring, of politeness—gone. In his place stands a man who means to have me.

While he fits his hips against mine and rocks, his lips collide with mine. A brush, a slide, a taste. I follow his lead, shocked by the way my heart accelerates like a race car, zooming to hyper-speed in seconds until it pounds in my ears. He tastes of coffee and man and aggression. I open to him, aching for him to sink deeper.

Instead, he spins me out. I whirl away from him on instinct.

The rumba is the dance of love…but there’s teasing involved. The woman hesitating, the man pursuing. Somehow, I just know Alejandro loves to pursue.

The last thing I should do is make my surrender too easy for him.

I walk away, hips swaying, head held high. For a moment, I focus on Del. He leans forward in his chair, his posture tense, his eyes burning. His fingers clutch the chair with white knuckles. I smile, writhe, and caress my way between my breasts, down my belly, skirting my aching sex to caress the tops of my thighs. When the music pauses, I hear Del’s indrawn breath.

Feminine power, heady and amazing, crashes into me. This is why I love dancing, knowing I can make men want and people feel just by watching my body.

Then I glance over my shoulder as Alejandro prowls closer, shedding his black shirt, leaving it forgotten on the floor as he nears. Powerful bronze shoulders snag my gaze. His hard-muscled chest narrows into six-pack abs dusted with a treasuretrail that disappears into the waistband of his pants. The enticing view makes my mouth water. But the look on his face…hungry, unrepentant, demanding, has me shuddering with want.

Damn, I’m staring—and loving it.

Alejandro stops directly behind me, so close I feel the heat of his body. Though he doesn’t touch me, he sucks me deeper into his sexual web just by being near and sharing the rhythm of the dance.

Suddenly…a tug, a brush of his fingers. My little halter top falls to the floor at my feet.

I’m naked from the waist up.

Instinctively, I reach up to cover my breasts with my hands. Alejandro slides his palms down my arms, skin to skin, until his hands entwine with mine. He rocks against my ass, his erection insistent at my lower back. He plants teasing kisses down my neck, across my shoulder.

Tension tightens in my belly. Resistance melts.

Then he forces my hands down, over my ribs, down my belly, right over my swollen, aching folds. His hips swivel to the music, moving mine in time—grinding my clit into my fingertips.

“Jesus,” Del mutters thickly.

His voice slams through my head. Sensation explodes. I gasp as a riot of feelings tears through me, leaving fire in its wake. My knees melt. My head falls back to Alejandro’s bare shoulder. My eyes close as I moan.

One of his hands sweeps across my abdomen again, soft, slow…inching up, up… Until Alejandro claims my bare breast, his palm burning my sensitive flesh.

Del watches our every move. His gaze rivets to Alejandro caressing my skin. I’m sure Del sees my arousal. I know he isn’t missing the fact I’m spiked up on desire. Aching. And it only climbs higher, knowing that Del can’t peel his eyes away.

My nipple pokes Alejandro’s palm. I arch into his hand as his thumb teases the hard tip.

“Touch me,” I whisper.

“Every last inch of you.” Alejandro’s mouth strings a fresh line of shiver-inducing kisses up my neck.

Suddenly, he grabs one of my hands, twirls me out, then reels me back in. My chest crushes to his. Slowly, he eases me away, dancing in a rumba rhythm.

His hazel eyes flare as he drinks in his first full-frontal glimpse of my bare breasts.

“Such hard pink nipples. I’m going to enjoy making them red.”

My heart all but stops before pounding recklessly again. “H-how? By pinching them?”

He reaches between our bodies and slides blistering palms over my breasts. His thumbs cradle my aching tips as his fingers close in and press, jolting me with a flash of pain, followed by a haze of pleasure.

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