Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
My gut told me this was a bad idea, but I ignored it and handed her the phone.
She went to YouTube and typed in the song she was looking for. Rather than hand it back, she grabbed an unused tumbler from the side bar, slipped the phone inside to amplify the sound, and set it on the next table over. Now I’d have no choice but to be her audience.
Perhaps it was what she had wanted all along.
“What are you doing?” For some reason, my heart beat quicker.
Her hands freed her hair from the bun it had been in as the music began, and her hair tumbled in waves around her. “My audition piece. The one that landed me my principal spot.”
The song was slow and sultry, the audio equivalent of sex.
From the very first move, I knew I was in deep shit. Her gaze locked onto mine, and she held it even when she slid straight down into the center splits. She crawled toward me, sensual and provocative, and every muscle tightened across my chest.
Then she was up on her feet again, her hands caressing her body and barely avoiding the places I most wanted them to go. It was a wicked tease, heating the air around me. Fuck, how I wanted those to be my hands.
Instead, I balled them into fists and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.
Laurel glided across the floor on her tiptoes, the satin of her shoes barely making a whisper as she traveled, fluttering with grace and precision. It was wild how nothing but her legs moved, as if the top half of her body were independent from the lower half.
She vaulted into the air abruptly, executing a huge turning leap, and as soon as she landed, she rolled down onto her knees. It was a display of power and control, and I swallowed thickly.
Was this what ballet usually looked like? Because if so, maybe I needed to get my ass to the theater.
She arched her back and rose on her toes, like an invisible string had been tied around her chest and pulled her onto her feet. Her gaze locked onto mine once more, demanding I watch. Daring me not to look away.
Like I could.
When she fanned her leg all the way up and around, my blood heated to a million degrees. God, those legs. So sexy they were criminal.
A voice protested loudly in my head. What was wrong with me? Getting this worked up, over a witness, and one who still had all her fucking clothes on.
But she swayed her hips as if there was only one thing on her mind. It was the only thing on mine right now. There could have been a thousand people in the room, I wouldn’t have noticed. Because this dance?
It was for me and only me.
Her graceful moves, while feminine, had the power of a professional athlete.
As the song and her performance worked their way deeper inside me, it felt like every inch of her was telling the story of what she wanted to do to me . . . if I’d only let her. It was passionate and unbelievably arousing.
Where the hell did this woman come from?
She’d eat me alive, and I was sure I’d love every minute of it.
Laurel’s final jump was an enormous leap where she threw her head back, bent her leg behind herself and nearly touched her toe to her head, effortlessly.
Everything was building, spiraling, and I felt my control slipping as she found my gaze and locked on. Her expression was all sin and seduction while she slid her feet across the dance floor in slow, deliberate movements.
It was a seductive walk I could not outrun, even if I wanted to.
She hadn’t yet reached me when I stood and charged at her, slipping one hand behind her head and the other onto her ass. I lowered my mouth to hers, silencing the noise of surprise she tried to make.
This kiss was like the one she’d given me, only amplified by a thousand percent.
It dripped with lust and desire and sex. The intensity of it caused my hands to tighten their hold, lifting her until she could lock her legs around my waist. I groaned with satisfaction, stumbled forward a few steps, and seated her on a tabletop without interrupting the kiss.
Everything beyond the small body wrapped around me fell away. I’d never been more out of control and overwhelmed with the urge to connect than I was with this girl. On a regular day, my impulse control was almost nonexistent, but after the gunfight at the gas station, the struggle to hold back my need crumbled into nothing.
She made me come apart, and—fuck, she tasted good.
My hands would not stay still. They craved to touch and explore, especially her perfect legs folded around me. My palms coasted over her hips, her thighs, enjoying every inch of her trapped inside the gauzy fabric of her leggings.