Page 50 of Honey Undone
“You did not,” Adeline scoffed and looked over at me like I was insane, her entire body going tense with annoyance.
Kojo’s was the only bar in decent distance that played good country music and I could see the panic setting in on her face as I climbed from the car and opened her door for her.
“Argue and walk,” I said to her when her lips parted to say something. She grumbled at me but climbed from the car.
“Jensen I can’t dance,” she whined and my eyebrow raised at her. “Me dancing around to loud music at the gym is not line dancing,” she argued with my silence.
“Who said anything about dancing?” I smirked, my eyes crinkling at the corners. I placed my hand on the small of her back and steered her inside. The bar was small and packed with people dancing around to the music that blasted from the speakers.
“Everything about this place screams we’re about to dance.” Adeline swallowed tightly and looked up at me with a nervous expression I had never seen before.
“Relax." I tried to soothe her concern, witnessing the tension in her shoulders grow. “I’m not going to make you dance,” I said.
“Yes you are, it’s written all over that stupid, handsome face,” she argued as we wandered toward the bar. I ordered her a drink and watched her down it in one go. I laughed and took the empty glass from her.
“YouthinkI’m handsome?” I leaned over on the bar into her gravity and asked.
“Iknowyou're stupid,” she said with a bite. She was getting feisty because she was nervous and I wasn’t going to lie and say that I didn’t enjoy every second of it. I wrapped my arm around her waist and started walking us backward toward the crowded dance floor. Adeline had a smile on her face but I could sense how uneasy she was about it all as she tried to play annoying.
Her footsteps were heavy as she dug her heels into the ground trying to slow our approach but the sneakers she wore slipped against the dancefloor and she couldn’t find a proper grip. I laughed at her subtle outrage.
“Adeline, you play one of the toughest sports in Harbor with more grace than I’ve ever seen on anyone and you’re telling me that you’re scared to dance?” I smirked at her, amused by her scowl.
“It’s a different kind of coordination Jensen, and you know it!” She tried to wriggle free from my grasp but I was determined to get her on the floor and dug my fingers into her lower back, pulling her hips against mine.
“Prove it then,” I raised my voice over the music, knowing that no matter how intense her fear in the moment, her competitiveness would always get the better of her.
“That’s not going to work,” she warned me. Her eyes alight with the challenge.
I leaned in closer and Adeline paused, waiting for me to say something but I just smiled at her before spinning her around so her back was pressed against my chest. “It’s already working,” I said, pressing my lips close to her ear as I wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my hands on her stomach.
“I can’t line dance,” she said again, tilting her head up.
I ignored her protest and slid my hands up her sides as I started to sway us to the music in a subtle attempt to teach her the steps without her realizing. “You can follow, can’t you?” I asked her, my voice muffled in her hair.
Adeline nodded.
“First step, right foot back,” I said, before slowly guiding her arms and legs into the correct position, nudging her with the toe of my shoe. I tried to be encouraging but she was so stiff that it was hard not to laugh, “second step, left foot to the side.”
“There should never be this many instructions to a dance,” she grumbled but she was slowly starting to get it as the music picked up.
“It’s not about the dance,” I said, guiding her through the motions again but faster that time.
“Then why are wedancing?” She asked, her voice a little less argumentative as she stumbled over a step, groaned and restarted the count.
“Because,” I sighed, kissing the space behind her ear, “it’s a public activity where it’s socially acceptable to have my hands all over you.”
“You could have done that in my apartment,” Adeline said in a grumpy, frustrated voice but her feet were moving and her heart was racing. I smiled, straightening out against her back and not answering her.
After the hotel I wanted nothing more than to keep her locked up tightly where only I could get at her but… there was something different about Adeline that made me wanna try harder. It wasn’t just about getting in her pants, if I wanted that she’d give it to me, that much was obvious.
I’d never complain either. But I liked taking her out because it forced us to talk, to get to know each other in other ways than physically. And I liked to show her off, I wanted everyone to know that a girl like Adeline gave me the time of day. That she was happy with me. Granted maybe that was a little self-conceited but it was also pretty clear that she enjoyed the attention.
“Without an audience?” I teased, hiding the fact that I was desperately trying to hold on to the causal nature of our relationship, my fingers slipping a little more each time I saw her. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Sounds likea lotmore fun than this.” She pushed back, and I groaned as her ass ground against me on purpose. “I’m starting to think you can’t line dance either and that this was all a ploy to get me in shorts,” she teased.
I inhaled her once more, just trying to settle the heat in the pit of my stomach from her teasing as a smile tugged on my lips. She was relaxing, her hips started to move to the music more and she was focusing less on her steps and more on the music.
