Page 51 of Dirty Rock

“Get on your feet, Rhett,” she ordered.

That wasn’t the response I’d been expecting.

Julia lifted my hand and held it in hers before she slid off the stool and tugged on it. “Feet! I’ve seen you on stage. I know you know how to use them… and your hips.”

“You want me to dance?”

She nodded, her lips pursed and pouting with amusement. “I want you to move with purpose. I want to see you dance, use your hips, and be a part of something you’ve never experienced before. Now… feet.”

She swayed her arse from side to side to the slow, sensual reggae beats, creating a natural figure of eight that the likes of that rotten Candy would have made look sleazy. Not Jules. Jules made it look like she was born to gyrate in those tight little jeans as she swayed to the sound of UB40’sHomely Girl.

“Remember me warning you about my favourite band?”

“UB40. Seriously?” My lip curled of its own accord.

Julia closed her eyes, and her head and shoulders moved to the beat. That was her response. That and the way her lips pressed together, and the most edible smile rose into her cheeks.

I sighed and watched her lead me to the dance floor. She held onto my hands and turned to me with the brightest smile. It was like me being there lit her up, and it made a weird tightening sensation form in my chest. Perfect white teeth framed by luscious lips, high cheekbones, and a petite little nose I wanted to press mine against.

Stay focused, Rhett.

Imagine her naked.

This is just sex.

Julia let me go, and my hands fell limp by my sides, while she raised her arms in the air and mouthed the words ofHomely Girl.

The lyrics sang that she was a beautiful woman.

Damn, they weren’t lying.

She wasn’t trying to be anything other than she was. Julia didn’t care whether I laughed at her, mocked, joined in, or skulked off to cry in a corner. This was her little piece of heaven, and in her eyes, I should feel damn lucky to be invited in.

That chest of mine tightened again, and I cleared my throat.

The sound made her step closer to me. She didn’t say a word, and she didn’t stop swaying those hips. She raised my hands in the air and looked down at my feet as she guided me into a lazy two-step even the most uncoordinated chimp could follow. I bent my legs, let the rhythm take over, and I joined her in a dance.

I was taller than Jules, meaning my arms didn’t quite get as high as hers, but from up here, the view was magnificent. The outstretching of her limbs made her T-shirt pull tight over her pert little breasts, drawing my attention down to them for a fraction of a second before I looked back up into her eyes.

I’d not had a hit of coke all night, but I was experiencing a kind of high that hadn’t ever floated through me before. I was being poisoned by her scent, her sparkle, and her favourite fucking songs.

That chest pinched again, causing me to flare my nostrils and take a long, heavy inhale to ease the ache. All I inhaled was her. That sweet, citrus perfume. That soap on her skin. That coconut shampoo in her hair. I could taste every bit of her on my tongue. She filled my lungs, and my stomach growled for more.

Julia set me free and spun around, sashaying her arse in front of me. Fuck, that arse. I blew out a breath from my cheeks, a little tension falling free. I was a seventeen-year-old virgin about to blow his load for the first time all over again.

Like this, she was an orbit of colours I’d never seen shining from her. Her hands moved in front of her chest, and she made it look like she’d written, sung, and performed this song all her life.

I stepped closer, bending my legs so my knees fit into the back of hers, and I grabbed those sweet little hips tightly. Without a thought, I yanked her to me. Fingers sinking in deep, claiming her right there under bright lights and intense heat, beside fake palm trees and strangers I’d never see again. Her arse pressed back against my groin, and my dick twitched in response…

Along with that damn chest of mine again.

Was I about to have a heart attack?

Was my face about to collapse before I had a stroke?

I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

I moved where she moved as the song switched fromHomely GirltoThe Way You Do the Things You Do.A gentle girly sound of excitement fell from Jules’s throat before she pressed her spine against my chest, and she slung her arm back to cradle my neck. Her head fell against my shoulder, and with it tilted, I could see her eyes had closed as she lost herself to our intimacy.

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