Page 157 of Reckless Storm
I lean in, brushing the hair away from her eyes, my lips meeting her ear. “I’ll dance but I want you to promise me something.”
“Yeah?” Her voice comes out breathy and I almost pull back to look at her.
“Promise me you’ll come to me if you ever need to talk about anything. And if that dick makes you uncomfortable…” I trail off and Hayley shakes her head, standing on her toes so I can hear her.
“He’s harmless. I promise.”
“Either way, I’m here for you. Okay?”
Slipping a hand between us, Hayley pushes me back, her gaze locked on mine, her eyes full of emotion—a mix between vulnerability and acceptance. She blinks a few times before a soft laugh escapes her. “I think I understand Bria a little bit better now.”
“Bria?” My brows furrow in confusion, noting the sadness in her eyes. “How?”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready to lose you. And yet, when all this is over and we’re no longer playing pretend, I will.”
“Hayley, I—”
She lightly slaps my chest, cutting off my words before she’s playful again, her confidence back in full force. Or maybe veil is a better choice of word. She’s hiding behind something.
“Let’s go, big guy.” She tugs my hand as she moves back toward the dance floor. “Show me what you’ve got.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Hayley
Idrag Reed into the thick of it, waving a hand at the dancers. “Are you ready for this?”
He releases a breathy laugh, biting back a smirk as he nods. “I am.”
“These routines aren’t easy.” I raise a brow, teasing. “I’ve been practising for half the night.”
“Are you doubting me?” He raises an eyebrow to match my own and I can’t help but giggle, the humor between us almost enough to make me forget that Bria’s back in his life.
“Never.” I shake off my thoughts, smiling. “Let’s go.”
We join a line and it takes a little under thirty seconds for Reed to blow my mind. Not only can that man dance, but he’s freaking phenomenal.
Thumbs in his pockets, he moves his hips in ways that should be illegal, keeping in time with the music, his feet working like magic. Reed’s not an overly cocky guy, but the way he’s smirking right now has my knees weak and my heart pounding in mychest. He’s in his element. And I’ve only ever seen him that sure of himself on the field.
A few people recognise him and cheer before joining in on the fun, and I couldn’t keep the smile from my face, even if I tried.
We dance for a few songs, with Reed perfecting every toe tap, every sway, while I do my best just to keep up, laughing through my mistakes.
When I start to slow down, Reed’s eyes lock with mine, his expression full of warmth, and it gut punches me, making me pause.This might be the most fun I’ve ever had with a guy. The most comfortable I’ve ever felt.Reed loves my crazy. Whether he’s watching from the sidelines or blowing me away with a hidden talent, like now,he’s with me. And I’ve never had that before. No one has ever been that present in my life.
Catching my breath, I glance away for barely a moment, and when I look back, I snort, finding Reed now wearing a cowboy hat. As though it appeared by magic, with the cowboy gods selecting their new line-dancing leader.
I shake my head and he winks back at me, bouncing his eyebrows as he reaches for my hand.
A new song comes on just as our fingers touch, and the mood shifts, the rhythm slowing as the lines dissolve into free flow. Reed pulls me into him, his hands landing on my hips making it easy for me to curl mine around his neck.
And we dance.
Bodies molding as one, hips grinding, eyes locked on one another.
When the music turns sultry, he bends his knees, lowering himself until his face lines up with my stomach, rolling my hips. With his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, he glances up at me and I swear my panties melt.
I stifle a moan as he rises again and just when I think he’s done with his theatrics, he dips me back, lowering me until my handsbrush the floor. My heart pounds. I’m losing my mind to the euphoric feelings running through me, completely transfixed by the moment. By him.
