Page 8 of The Dance Deception
‘I find you very hard to resist,’ he growls, which is music to my ears – even though it still blows my mind that someone as gorgeous as him could be into me.
‘Then don’t,’ I whisper, conscious of the tremor in my voice. I might be feeling a bit fragile, but I fancy him more than I’ve ever fancied anyone in my life. Yes, Ed was handsome in his own way, but with Merle, there’s a magnetism I just can’t get enough of. It makes my whole body ache.
He runs a hand down my cheek and tilts my chin up towards his. Then he brings his mouth to mine again, this time so delicately it’s like he’s scared I might break.
‘We should get started,’ he murmurs, letting his hand trail tantalisingly down my body. And for a moment I think he’s talking about something other than dancing, until he says, ‘We’ve got a lot to get through today.’
I bite back my disappointment as he turns away to change his shoes. Doesn’t he realise the effect he has on me? It’s almost more than I can bear.
As soon as he’s ready, Merle gets us working on a section of the routine where, to put it bluntly, it feels like we’re dry humping for quite a few seconds. I don’t know if it’s deliberate, but it makes me so aware of his body rippling against mine that I can’t think about anything else. With a different instructor I would have found it painfully embarrassing, but with him I just want to lose myself in the moment.
He keeps his voice soft as he tells me when to lean into him and away again. For my arm positioning, he just guides me with his hands, running them from my shoulders to my wrists to make sure I’m fully extending, then using his thumbs to create a slight bend in my elbows before returning to my hands to tease each finger into position. My skin tingles from his touch, even after he’s moved his hands away.
There’s a half-spin midway through the sequence and when I’m facing away from him, I can feel his breath hot on my neck. He holds each position for longer than we will in real time – to give my muscle memory timeto develop, he says. Because he can’t tear himself away from me, is what I want to believe.
Once we’re facing each other again, we barely break eye contact. His irises seem to have turned a shade darker and the intensity of his gaze makes my knees feel weak. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me so deeply: like nothing matters in the universe but me. I can’t tear my eyes away from his. I’ve never felt so captivated – or so captivating.
I think I might explode when he murmurs huskily, ‘I want you, Kate.’
‘I want you too,’ I whisper, my heart pounding. My God, do I want him.
Without another word, our mouths crush together and we’re pulling each other closer, one of his hands moving straight to my breasts, my own quickly finding their way under his T-shirt.
He sighs when I trace the lines of his six-pack, and steps back to pull his top up over his head. I try not to stare as he drops it onto the floor behind him. I know I’ve been thinking about this since the second I laid eyes on him, but I can’t believe it’s actually happening, right here in the studio.
It occurs to me that I was with Ed for more than a month before we saw each other naked, whereas I hardly know Merle. But for once, I don’t care. I’m so attracted to him that I don’t care if we’re moving at the speed of light. As he comes closer and helps me lift my vest top up over my head, it feels reckless and exciting. Look where waiting got me, anyway.
His eyes drink in my breasts before he starts caressing them through the lace of my bra. I push them towardshim and he groans and reaches behind me, releasing the catch and letting it fall to the floor. Then he brings his thumbs back to my nipples and my hangover becomes a distant memory.
He spins me round to face the mirror and stands behind me, kissing the back of my neck and reaching round to tweak my nipples. I watch our reflection and feel the heat building between my legs.
When his hand drops lower it sends a million currents through my body. He rolls my leggings down and lifts my feet to free me from the material, then he runs his hands back up my legs, strokes my waist, moves back up to my breasts, taking his own sweet time.
I try to turn back towards him, but he shakes his head no and continues to run his fingers all over my body, bringing every nerve to life as I watch in the mirror. The longer he takes, the more urgently I want him, but at the same time I don’t want him to ever stop touching me.
When he eventually works his way back to my clitoris, he stays there for a deliciously long time, circling with his fingers while he grinds himself against my naked backside. Then he replaces his hands with mine and urges me to carry on.
‘Let me watch you touch yourself,’ he says, stepping back to free himself from his gym tights.
I stroke myself tentatively. It’s not something I’ve done in front of someone before – Ed would never have suggested it. But when I see how Merle can’t peel his eyes away, I push aside my self-consciousness and move myfingers faster. It’s not long before he moves back in behind me and places his hands over mine.
I can feel his erection against my back as he uses a finger to push my own up inside me, guiding my movements like he’s choreographing a dance. It makes me gasp. How could I not have known I could feel this aroused?
‘You’re so wet,’ he whispers, as he withdraws his hand and trails it back up my body. He runs his fingers over my lips, pushing one into my mouth, and moans softly when I suck on it. Then his hands are back on my breasts, squeezing and teasing while he watches me respond to his touch.
Taking my hands again, he places them against the cold glass and I think he’s going to enter me from behind, but he drops to his knees and spreads my buttocks, taking my breath away as he starts licking me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I nearly come like that, steadying myself on the mirror as he pulls me onto his face. But before I do, he draws me down onto our discarded clothes with him and straddles me as I lie on my back. He pushes two fingers up into me, using his other hand to mirror the movements on the outside, and we don’t break eye contact as a back-arching burst of pleasure rips right through me. Having him watching me writhe in ecstasy as I come makes it feel even more intimate, like I’m showing him a part of me that no one else knows.
When he starts stroking himself, I reach up to take over, but he blocks my hand and says, ‘Let me.’
I watch the muscles contracting in his stomach as he finds his rhythm and gets closer to orgasm. He doesn’ttake his eyes off me when his hips start juddering. He comes above me with a quiet roar.
When he runs his hands over my body one last time it feels like we’ve shown each other all our secrets.
Chapter 5
‘So, how’s it going with the sexy dance teacher?’ my sister Dee asks innocently later that evening, when I log on for our weekly Skype chat. She’s squashed in between my parents on the sofa and I can hear my niece and nephew playing in the background.
