Page 86 of The Naughty List

“We’ve danced,” he replies gently.

“That was different. It was just us and we weren’t really dancing, we were swaying.”

Wyatt stops our movements and tips my chin up so I’m looking at him. “It’s just us, Ember. No one else matters. Just be here with me. Don’t worry about form or steps, just let your body move with mine.”

I take a deep breath and try to focus on moving with Wyatt and letting him take the lead. My steps become a little more fluid and relaxed, but my feet still stumble a bit. Wyatt stops us again and kneels in front of me. For a brief, terrifying and exhilarating moment, I think he’s going to propose. But then he reaches for my leg and taps my right calf, indicating he wants me to lift my leg. I do as I’m instructed, and he slips my shoe off.

“But you spent so much money on those!” I protest.

He smiles up at me, making my heart stop. God, he’s so gorgeous.

“I promise to take you many places in the future where you can wear them,” he says. “But for now, I think they are getting in the way. I should have thought of that before including them in your outfit, but I saw them and knew they would look incredible on you.”

I lift my other leg so he can slip off that shoe as well. “Speaking of, how did you know my sizes?”

“Casey,” we say at the same time, which makes us both laugh.

Wyatt sets the shoes along the side of the wall so they are out of the way, and then he walks back to me and resumes our position. Without my heels, I’m back to being a good foot shorter than him. He must have the same thought. Wyatt bends down and kisses the top of my head.

“I love how perfectly we fit together,” he whispers. “You were made for me, angel.”

His absolute adoration gives me the confidence to throw myself into the dance and let my body melt against his. I’m vaguely aware of a jazzy Latin song playing in the background, but all I can truly concentrate on is Wyatt and the way he looks at me.

I feel sexy and wanted and precious. The hand at my hip slides down my thigh and into the high slit in my dress, gripping me there and drawing my leg up to hook over his hip. I feel his touch everywhere, a sharp sense of awareness zipping between my hardened nipples and my throbbing pussy.

I gasp as he dips me, one hand still holding my thigh while the other supports me between my shoulder blades. Wyatt bends down with me, molding his body to mine and gliding his nose and lips across my collarbone and up the side of my neck.

He then yanks me upright and expertly spins me, catching me in his arms and making me giggle as I stumble into him. He just grins and presses my body deeper into his so I can feel the hard planes of his muscles against my soft curves.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you already know how to do the tango,” I teasingly accuse him.

In a quick and graceful move, Wyatt half spins me so that my back is to his front. His hands are on my hips, still moving us to the rhythm of the music. I feel him kiss up the side of my neck and nip at my earlobe.

“Guilty as charged,” he whispers, his lips just barely grazing over the shell of my ear. “I wanted you to feel comfortable dancing with me and I thought a beginner’s class would be perfect. But now I’m not so sure.”

I turn my head to look at him, one eyebrow raised in question.

“Now that I have you in my arms, your hips swiveling, your curves on display…fuck, all I can think about is getting you naked and seeing how you move underneath me. On top of me. Against the wall. Bent over the couch.”

I moan softly and grind my ass into his solid erection making him grunt.

“Jesus, beautiful, you’re driving me to the brink of madness with your sexy fucking body.”

He spins me away from him and then tugs me back into his embrace so we’re facing one another again. He crushes his mouth on mine in a hungry and desperate kiss, nibbling at my lips and sucking on my tongue, stealing the breath right out of my lungs.

Once again, we’re interrupted by the instructor clearing her throat. I totally forgot we were in public. Again. But this time, I’m not ashamed. I’m deliriously happy that Wyatt can’t keep his composure around me.

We learn a few more steps, but each time the music comes on, I simply follow Wyatt’s lead. We dance and spin and tease each other with little touches and featherlight kisses. By the time the class is over, we’re both breathless, partially due to the physical exercise, but mostly due to how turned on we are.

As soon as we’re dismissed, Wyatt scoops me up in his arms, bridal style, and practically runs to the door.

“I’m too heavy!” I squeal, kicking my legs out and giggling the whole time.

“You’re perfect,” Wyatt growls like a starving animal. His response makes me giggle again.

“Wait! My shoes!”

Wyatt looks like he’s seriously considering leaving them here in an effort to get me naked that much faster, but I give him my best pouty face, which breaks him immediately. Good to know I have that power over him.

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