Page 29 of Beach B!tch
I'd engaged in normal, flirty conversation the entire drive to Costa Mesa, which was a monumental feat, let's be honest. I'd exited Dean's truck without falling in my high heels or flashing an innocent bystander. I hadn't blurted out a lame joke. All was going perfect.
And then he ushered me over to this storefront. Adorning the clear glass door with a scroll font was written 'Latin Dance'.
"So before you freak out, let me ask. Have you ever taken dance lessons before?" Dean looked sheepish as he tried to snag my attention away from the horror that awaited me there.
"No, I've never taken dance lessons before. I play sports, not shake my hips like some sultry salsa señorita." I was straight panicking at the thought of trying to get the steps right, stay on the beat, and shake my booty, all while being pressed up against this man who made me nervous in a delicious way.
"Sultry salsa señorita?" Dean asked.
I swung my gaze over to find him biting his lip. "Are you laughing at me? Do you think this is funny?"
He lost the fight and full on chuckled at me. "Brin, you are adorable when you're mad." He stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the door, and all the possible escape routes too. Both his large hands cupped my face and kept my gaze on him. "Will you please trust me enough to give this a shot? I'm aware I'm asking a lot here, but I truly think this will be fun."
"Dean..." I was whining now, knowing he'd planned this out carefully and I didn't want to spoil that for him, but also knowing I would look like a giraffe in stilettos once the music started.
"I've never taken dance lessons either, so I need you to promise to not laugh at me too hard. Deal?" Dean held out his pinkie finger, earning him the start of a smile as I came to terms with the fact that I was going to do this thing.
I wrapped my pinkie around his, pulling him closer, wiping the smile from my face and dropping my voice an octave or two. "Same goes, yeah?" I gave him my best death stare, the one designed to have my opponents shaking in their bikinis.
He was so scared, he giggled. "We'll never speak of this night again, if you wish." He kissed my forehead, wrapped his arm around my waist, and swept me into the studio.
"Helloooo, my sexy lovers!" A short, slight man called out from across the wood dance floor. His accent was hard to place, but his tight pants and low-cut shirt matched well with his slicked back dark hair and tiny mustache.
This was getting interesting. And the music and dancing hadn't even started.
"Come on over and let Renaldo get a look at you beautiful people," he said with arms wide open, fingers poised like Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune.
I gave Dean the side-eye one last time and strolled over to Renaldo, Dean tight against my side, shaking with suppressed mirth.
"Ahhhh, you are a thing of beauty! Those legs will eat up the dance floor and make your tall, handsome man fall at your feet. What's your name, salsa goddess?" Renaldo asked me.
Salsa goddess sounded pretty good. Too bad I'd disappoint him in a few minutes when we danced. "I'm Brinley, and this is Dean," I responded, thrusting my hand forward for him to shake.
Instead, he grabbed my hand, lifted it to his face, kissed the back, and pulled me into him. He whipped us both into the proper dance position, then without moving his eyes from mine, he snapped at Dean. "Pay attention tall, dark, & handsome. You will take my place and lead this goddess into our first salsa lesson." Then to me, "Chest up, arms light, gaze on me."
Renaldo stepped back, let my hands go, and motioned for Dean to take his place. Dean moved in front of me, one hand on my waist and the other hand holding mine high in the air. His cologne enveloped me and made me feel comforted and nervous at the same time. He smiled at me and I knew I couldn't do this with anyone but him. My hand, resting on his shoulder, gripped his muscle a little tighter to let him know I was doing okay. More than okay when I felt the hard, warm muscle under my hand.
"Now. Brinley, step forward with your left foot, Dean step back with your right. Then back to center. Good, good, my salsa lovers!" Renaldo gave us some encouragement and oddly enough, I wanted to keep impressing him. He was so nice and so excited for us to learn, I didn't want to mess up.
"Yes! Now Brinley, step back with your right leg, Dean step forward with your left. And back to center. Ahhhh...perfection! Now keep going!"
Dean and I smiled at each other as we moved together. We continued the basic steps in slow motion for a few minutes before Renaldo called a time-out.
"Yes, yes. You have the basic salsa move down perfectly. Good job, my beauties. Now...we add the sexxxyyyyy." Renaldo extended the word causing me to start laughing, Dean joining me.
"Come on. Enough laughter. Back to position and begin your basic step." Renaldo clapped his hands, and we jumped to obey. As we started the front, center, back steps, Renaldo got into place right behind me, his front to my back. I almost missed my step when he placed his hands on my hips. My eyes widened as I looked at Dean. His darkened when he saw where Renaldo was touching me. He'd just opened his mouth to say something when Renaldo gave more instructions.
"Now, let's roll the hips as you step. Like this, Brinley. Let my hands do the rolling and then you take over. Yes?" He placed alternating pressure on my hips and suddenly I was undulating my hips against Dean's, igniting a whole new sensation. My face heated to match my dress, a sudden fire in my body burning out of control.
Like magic, I didn't care anymore about humiliating myself in front of Renaldo and Dean. All I could think about was Dean's body, rubbing against mine with each step I took. Dean's eyes shifted into intense mode, pulling me into him even more. His body was hardening and growing against my belly. If only all these layers of clothes could instantly disappear.
I couldn't get enough. I could do this simple step all day. Give me another minute and I bet I'd orgasm. Bring on the sexxxyyyy.
Renaldo clapped his hands, startling me out of my Dean trance. We stopped moving but didn't break apart. I continued to stare at Dean, realizing we were both breathing hard. At some point, Renaldo's hands had left my hips, and I'd been doing the undulating all on my own.
"And that, my dear friends, is why the best lovers are Latin lovers. We know how to move our hips, yes?" Renaldo laughed and I blushed even harder. "Let me turn on the music and we will try again!"
The minute Renaldo turned away, Dean pulled me flush against him and whispered an inch from my lips, "Please tell me this is killing you too?"
