Come Dancing by Leslie Wells Page B

You have enough people doing that.”
    He held up an Albert King. “You think I have a swelled head? Thanks a lot. Here we have Howlin’ Wolf; very good. Here’s Otis and Billie … Wait, what’s this?”
    He held up an index card I’d taped to the front of the crate. “Please Do Not Touch,” he read.
    A flush crept up my face. “Sometimes my friends aren’t careful with my records. I just didn’t want those particular ones to get scratched.”
    “Well, I’m honored to be in the Please Do Not Touch section,” he said with a wicked grin. He sauntered over and sat next to me, putting his glass on the table. “Actually, though … ”
    He slid closer, his dark eyes seeming to glitter in the low light. “I’ve been really wanting you to touch.”
    He took my hand, and a swift blue jolt shot up my arm. He pulled me toward him and his lips met mine; whiskers, whiskey, tongues slow. He kissed me again and then again, more urgently as I responded. God, his lips, his sensual tongue … I wound my fingers in his thick hair, his hands moving on me, flashes of lust darting through me like quicksilver.
    “Julia, I’ve been waiting … so long for you,” he murmured. He moved his mouth down the nape of my neck, making my skin tingle and my insides melt. “Since your bed’s occupied by Mr. Collins,” he said, his lips brushing my ear, “let’s go to my place.” He kissed me once more, sending a pang of desire twanging through me.
    “Okay,” I whispered. I reached for my sandals under the table. I could barely fasten them, my hands were shaking so much. I locked the door, and we flew down the stairs and into the waiting car.
    “My place,” he said to Rick. “Fast as you can.”
    We sat smashed together, tongues entwined. With a groan he pulled me onto his lap. I could feel him hard beneath me, his fingers stroking my nipples through my blouse, each caress a teasing bee sting. We pulled up at his place and tumbled into the elevator, kissing and grabbing each other as it rose.
    Jack tore off his shirt the minute we got inside. I gave a nervous giggle, unable to tear my eyes away from his muscled chest, his hard abdomen, the dark line leading down from his navel.
    “You’re next,” he said, taking my hand and leading me back to his bedroom. He pulled off his jeans, all of him springing out at me. My breath caught as I took in his gorgeous body. He slipped off my clothes, picked me up in his strong arms and lifted me onto his bed; the warmth of his weight, hot skin on skin.
    “God, you’re beautiful.” He tongued my breasts, and my back arched in response. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this?” The length of his lean body, rock-hard against my slipperiness, his taut arms holding me. The line of his cheekbone above me, jaw tensed. Then he entered me, making me feel all of him, making me gasp. I splayed my hands on his back, sensing the coil and release of muscle as he glided in long, deep strokes. His breath started to come faster. He gripped me tightly and thrust, building until he exploded, throbbing inside me for a long time. I gazed at his dark eyelashes as he lay next to me, one arm flung across my chest. I could barely believe I was there with him, in his bed.
    After a while Jack opened his eyes. He climbed on top of me and lavished my nipples with his tongue, then mouthed his way down to my belly, my inner thigh. When he pressed his face between my legs I propped up on my elbows, a little unsure about this.
    “Relax, baby. I’m gonna make you feel great.” Jack went back to what he was doing, and I lay back on the pillow and tried to follow instructions. After a while I started to be less tense. A few minutes later, every iota of my being was focused on his lips. This feels amazing … but what if I make a loud noise? Maybe he wants me to … Ahh, I don’t care what I do …
    I did make a lot of noise; it seemed to go on and on. What he did was so intensely pleasurable, I almost