Page 27 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Ah. Got it. No. Nobody thinks they’re in a relationship with me.”
She smiles, showing off her big, pearly whites. “Good to know. I only have one final question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you dance?” She nods toward the dance floor.
“For you, I think I can give it a shot.”
I stand up and hold out my hand for hers. As her fingers rest in my palm, I pull her to her feet. Her eyes never leave mine.
When we get to the dancefloor, an upbeat song is playing. Ronnie puts her hands in the air and starts moving as though the music flows through her veins. I move a little, but more so, I can’t stop watching the way she sways to the beat.
I try not to stare at all of her jiggling parts, but fuck, it’s hard.
And it’s not the only thing that’s hard.
She knows I’m watching her. Many women may feel shy or get embarrassed, but Ronnie sees it as an opportunity to put on a show.
“Look at you,” I say, completely entranced.
“Oh, sweets, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Just when I’m about to ask her to show me, the song changes to a slower one. Ronnie grabs my hands and sets them on her hips so she can wrap her arms around my neck.
My fingers rest on the small of her back, resisting the urge to move down and palm her ass. If we were alone, I probably wouldn’t hesitate. The alcohol I’ve had combined with my year-long celibacy would have me jumping right into it.
But we are surrounded in a crowded room. Although I’m sure no one is really paying attention to us, I think they notice if we start humping on the dancefloor.
With her this close to me, I can smell the scent of her coconut shampoo and whatever fruity soap she uses. She looks up at me with her smoky eyes. We don't say anything right away. Instead we let our eyes speak for us. It’s like we are in our own little world, and everything around us fades away.
It’s been forever since I’ve done anything like this with a woman—let alone one that I barely know. But right now, she seems to be all that I can focus on.
All that I want.
In this moment, I’m not thinking about how terrified I am to raise my son on my own. Or how worried I am to start a new career. Or how much I still miss Natalie. Right now, in this brief moment, I get to be a little selfish.
Maybe I should take advantage of that.
The song changes once again. It has more of a sexy and sultry beat, prompting Ronnie to turn away and grind her ass against me. Good lord, I’m so turned on I feel like I could bust.
That’s what I get for not having sex for a year. Don’t get me wrong—I stilltake matters into my own hands,but it’s not quite the same.
My hands run along the curves of her hips as she moves to the music. She presses against me a little harder, and I know she can feel me through my pants. That fact is cemented further when she reaches a hand in between us and gives me a quick squeeze.
I lean forward to whisper, “You better behave, beautiful.”
She turns her head enough to make eye contact. “I’m not very good at behaving.”
I smile. “Why does that not surprise me?”
With her own grin, she says, “I need another drink. How about you?”
“Sure.”
She takes my hand and leads me to the bar. I figure we are going to stop, but she sees that the bartender has stepped away for a moment, so she quickly ducks behind it to grab two beers and half a bottle of whiskey. When she has the supplies, she takes us out of the main room into a much smaller one.
It looks like it’s used for storage of the overflow of tables and chairs. We walk to one of the tables, and I grab two chairs off the stack in the corner. Once we are seated at the table, she pops the top on the whiskey and takes a long swig.
