Page 40 of When Sinners Fall
“Because I knew it would suit you.”
Abruptly, he stands and offers his hand to me.
I take it and start getting up. “Are we leaving?”
“No. Dancing.”
Panic swamps me immediately, and I sit back down. I look out to the dance floor and see several other couples all dancing some kind of pretty sexy dance, which I have no idea how to copy or emulate. “I can’t dance.” The blue dress also doesn’t give me a huge amount of room, even though I feel like a million dollars wearing the masterpiece.
“Well, I can. Get your ass up.”
The moment I'm up, he spins me out and then tugs me back in towards him sharply. He pulls up the dress and wedges his leg in-between mine, so I’m practically sitting on his thigh.
My eyes dart around at all the other people, but I notice they are all in a similar position.
“Don’t look at them. Look at me.” For good measure, he pulls me even tighter to him and grabs my hips. My arms rest on his shoulders, and I grip hold of him, remembering all the other situations I’ve been in with this man. This has to be the tamest of them all, but at the same time, it feels more intimate.
He starts to move. Small steps to the left and then right, but I don’t miss the hip thrust in the middle.
God!
“This isn’t dancing, Dante,” I whisper to him below the beat of the music.
“It is if you let me lead you.” His hands push and pull my hips, forcing me to undulate. He steps one way and then back again, then runs his hands up the side of my waist and takes my hand, spinning me around and then back to our first position.
“Bend your knees more. Give in. Imagine I'm inside you.” He grips me tighter, digs his fingers in to prove the point that I'm with him and no one else. “Tease me, Wren.”
Heat races across my chest and creeps up my neck. His hands rest on my back and hip, and he moves me, guiding me one way and the other until I get the rhythm. “Closer. Stop hiding.” The steps are simple in a way, and as we go over a pattern, I finally relax into it.
Those intense eyes stay on me as his hands caress and move, and when he pulls me in tighter again, I can feel his hard cock against my thigh.
“Does this have a name?” I croak.
“Bachata. Latin.”
“And you know how to dance it. Not something I'd ever have seen the boy I once knew doing.”
He spins me, catches me in the middle so I'm pulled back against his groin. “I’m not him anymore.”
The dance continues, and I find a beat and pattern I’m comfortable with. His hands over my body soon become distracting, as does the pressure between my thighs. It makes the rest of the people melt away until we’re the only people here I’m interested in, and I begin really feeling it. Heat licks across us, creating a thick air of intimacy and adrenalin. I'm lost in it. The moves. Him. The beat runs through us like we're creating a rhythm that's just for us alone.
Suddenly, I’m knocked off balance by a tall man with dark hair. He catches my stumble and holds onto my shoulders for good measure, giving me a smile that many would classify as sexy.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Dante’s voice bellows, and then he’s right there, pushing me behind him as he squares up to the guy.
“Easy, mate. It was an accident.”
Dante doesn’t say anything but shoves the guy, hard, sending him stumbling across the floor.
“Hey, hey.” I get in front of him to block his view of the man in question. I grab his face, forcing him to look at me rather than throwing a death glare at the other guy.
It doesn’t seem to stop him.
A funny mix of excitement and fear laces through me at where this might end up. Dante isn’t messing about – he’s not the one in need of defence now. He’s got the size and strength that makes me feel protected. Even when it’s not needed. “Dante!” I shout at him and finally see his eyes focus on me.
My heartbeat is pounding in my chest as the music dies and whispers start up. Everyone's choosing to watch us rather than dance, and Dante’s gaze doesn’t stay on me. It finds the guy again. He steps forward as if on a collision course, and I know this is going to end badly.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. I kiss him like we’re back in a world where nobody else exists. I push my tongue into his mouth and wait for him to catch up. After a few seconds, his arms travel around my waist, pulling me into him, and I position myself against his crotch.
