Page 82 of The Dance Deception
‘This is nice,’ he says, wrapping his arms around me. ‘I could stay here for hours.’
‘You’d shrivel up,’ I laugh.
‘Oi.’
‘I don’t mean down there. Although we could take extra steps to make sure that doesn’t happen.’
‘What do you have in mind?’ I can tell he’s smiling as he says this.
I move his hands to my breasts, no longer interested in a conversation about the fast-approachingFire on the Dance Floorfinishing line. ‘We can start here.’
He caresses them and kisses my neck. ‘I think I can manage that.’
But when he tries to slide his hand further down, he discovers he can’t reach in this position. ‘Hm, what do we do now?’
‘What about if I do this?’ I shuffle around to face him, lean back against the other end of bath and put my feet up on either side of the tub. His eyes widen and his lips curl into a grin. ‘That could work.’
He slides one foot towards me and strokes me with his toes. Then he splashes onto his knees and says, ‘I want to go down on you.’
‘You’ll drown,’ I gasp as he plunges his face into the water.
When he comes up for air, he admits it wasn’t one of his better ideas.
‘Maybe we should just do this after the bath?’ I suggest.
He pulls the plug immediately and fires me a wicked grin. ‘I think we’re clean.’
He cocoons us in a towel while we’re drying off and I can smell the soap on his skin as he presses his body into mine and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and biting gently on my bottom lip. I can feel him swelling against me as I run my hands up and down his back, down to his hips and onto his buttocks, and my nipples tingle in response.
My skin is still damp as he leads me through to the bedroom, leaving the towel where it’s fallen on the floor.
On the mattress, he pushes my arms above my head and kisses me everywhere. He nibbles my ears, brushes his lips against my cheeks, runs his tongue down my neck and takes my nipples in his mouth. Then he moves lower andfinds that sweet, sweet spot between my legs that makes all my other thoughts melt away.
‘God, I love that,’ I murmur, propping myself up on my elbows to watch. If someone found a way to bottle this feeling they’d be a billionaire.
Before he makes me come, I reach down and lift his chin up till his eyes meet mine. For a second he looks worried – if I’m enjoying it, why would I want him to stop? But he relaxes when I beckon him back up the bed, licking my finger and sucking it flirtatiously before rubbing it across my nipples and beckoning again.
He climbs up on top of me and I wrap my legs round his back, reaching down to guide him inside. When he crushes his mouth against mine as he grinds himself against me, I can taste myself on his tongue.
I cling on to him tighter, consumed by the feeling of his body on mine, his hands in my hair, the tingling inside me. I’m vaguely aware of my nails digging into his bum when a particularly strong thrust tips me over the edge and makes me cry out as I climax, but I can’t loosen my grasp.
‘Oh fuck,’ he mutters as his own orgasm tears through him.
Then we both burst out laughing from the sheer release of it as he drops his head down onto my shoulder and lets his body relax against mine. We lie there, breathing heavily, neither of us wanting to move.
‘We might need another bath,’ he says eventually, rolling aside and idly trailing a finger through the light sheen of sweat that’s settled on my chest.
‘I think we’d end up right back here again,’ I laugh. ‘Not that I’d mind.’
‘You’re probably right.’
But we stay where we are, lying with our legs intertwined and satisfied smiles on our faces.
A twinge of uncertainty creeps in behind my smile though, when my thoughts drift back toFire on the Dance Floorand how little time we have left on the show. There’s just one more day in the studio, then the final, then everything’s going to change – just when I’ve got so used to being with Aleksis round the clock that it’s hard to picture things any other way.
It seems incredible that our stilted introduction in Shane’s office was less than four weeks ago, given how I feel about him now. But no sooner than I’ve admitted to myself that I could happily spend every waking moment with him, I’m going to have to readjust to normal life again – and I can’t even imagine what that’s going to look like.
Chapter 43
