Technicolor.
“Are you nervous because of me?” That had to be it. Every time they were close, or on the verge of touching, she changed. He didn’t like it. He wanted her confidence, and her head held high with her bright pixie smile beaming.
“Nervous? Because of you?” She let out a breath of laughter that wasn’t convincing in the slightest. “No. Not at all.”
He stalked toward her, noticing the change to her stance as he approached—the stiffening of her spine, the nervous twitch of her hand at her left thigh. Like hell, she wasn’t nervous.
“Then you won’t mind dancin’ with me.” He stopped a foot away, close enough to hear the slight hitch in her breath over the music. “Let me have it.” All of it.
“OK, then.” She shrugged and quirked her lips to the side as she looked him up and down in a calculating, entirely sterile manner. “Because the song not only showcases soft and sweet lyrics and tone, but also rough and hard, we have an innumerable amount of moves at our fingertips.”
She shuffled backward, then frowned and strode for the iPod. “Do you mind if I turn this off?”
“Not at all.” He didn’t care if she threw it against the wall.
“So…” His barefooted pixie shuffled toward him and placed her hands on her hips. “The song starts out strong, saying that he doesn’t want to be attracted to her. So in my mind, I see a woman walking up to you, seducing you with her proximity, until you can no longer fight the urge to touch her.”
She sauntered forward, playing the part of seductress, thrusting him right into the fantasy of the lyrics. He wanted Red. Clearly, she didn’t want him. He had to fight the attraction he had for her as she stopped before him. He had to curb the need to drag her into his arms and kiss the concentration from her lips.
Gently, she settled the tips of her fingers on his chest. She strode around him, blazing the trail of her touch to his bicep, then his shoulder blades, and all the way back around to his chest. He was on fire, the breath in his lungs heavy and congealing, his cock begging to be sated.
They came toe to toe again, and she blinked up at him, her hand now flat on his chest, her lips slightly parted. Her throat convulsed with a swallow, and the pale skin of her cheeks turned pink. “Obviously, we’ll make it a whole heap sexier. Then, as the chorus approaches, I’d begin to walk away, and you’ll pull me back.” She shrugged, shook the daze from her features. “I don’t know. That’s just my initial thoughts on the intro. I’ll sleep on it and have the full routine ready by next Sunday.”
She turned and began walking toward her shoes. He didn’t know if it was the seductive trail of her fingers still burning his skin, or the delicate convulse of her throat as she’d swallowed, but each step away left him cold and hollow. He couldn’t stand it.
He lunged for her, grabbing her wrist and tugging hard. She swung around, her gasp splitting the air as her forearms collided with his chest. Fuck . He was lost in her brown irises, in the way her pelvis rested against the hardness of his shaft.
“Is that the way you envisaged it?”
No answer was forthcoming, no words at all, only the rasps of her breathing as she gave a jerky nod. He let go of the dancing pretense and trailed his hand up her arm, over her shoulder to cup her cheek in his palm. He had no disillusion that her tiny stature meant she was malleable to his intentions. She was a tough cookie. He could see it in her eyes. He just couldn’t keep his hands off her. The light stain of pink in her cheeks was irresistible.
“Stay the night with me.”
Her nose crinkled, and she shook her head. “I can’t.”
There wasn’t an excuse in the world he’d find acceptable for them not being together. She could be married. Have ten kids. Be a One Direction fan. He didn’t care. As long as she wasn’t hiding a dick in those cargos she was going to find it hard to pry
“Are you nervous because of me?” That had to be it. Every time they were close, or on the verge of touching, she changed. He didn’t like it. He wanted her confidence, and her head held high with her bright pixie smile beaming.
“Nervous? Because of you?” She let out a breath of laughter that wasn’t convincing in the slightest. “No. Not at all.”
He stalked toward her, noticing the change to her stance as he approached—the stiffening of her spine, the nervous twitch of her hand at her left thigh. Like hell, she wasn’t nervous.
“Then you won’t mind dancin’ with me.” He stopped a foot away, close enough to hear the slight hitch in her breath over the music. “Let me have it.” All of it.
“OK, then.” She shrugged and quirked her lips to the side as she looked him up and down in a calculating, entirely sterile manner. “Because the song not only showcases soft and sweet lyrics and tone, but also rough and hard, we have an innumerable amount of moves at our fingertips.”
She shuffled backward, then frowned and strode for the iPod. “Do you mind if I turn this off?”
“Not at all.” He didn’t care if she threw it against the wall.
“So…” His barefooted pixie shuffled toward him and placed her hands on her hips. “The song starts out strong, saying that he doesn’t want to be attracted to her. So in my mind, I see a woman walking up to you, seducing you with her proximity, until you can no longer fight the urge to touch her.”
She sauntered forward, playing the part of seductress, thrusting him right into the fantasy of the lyrics. He wanted Red. Clearly, she didn’t want him. He had to fight the attraction he had for her as she stopped before him. He had to curb the need to drag her into his arms and kiss the concentration from her lips.
Gently, she settled the tips of her fingers on his chest. She strode around him, blazing the trail of her touch to his bicep, then his shoulder blades, and all the way back around to his chest. He was on fire, the breath in his lungs heavy and congealing, his cock begging to be sated.
They came toe to toe again, and she blinked up at him, her hand now flat on his chest, her lips slightly parted. Her throat convulsed with a swallow, and the pale skin of her cheeks turned pink. “Obviously, we’ll make it a whole heap sexier. Then, as the chorus approaches, I’d begin to walk away, and you’ll pull me back.” She shrugged, shook the daze from her features. “I don’t know. That’s just my initial thoughts on the intro. I’ll sleep on it and have the full routine ready by next Sunday.”
She turned and began walking toward her shoes. He didn’t know if it was the seductive trail of her fingers still burning his skin, or the delicate convulse of her throat as she’d swallowed, but each step away left him cold and hollow. He couldn’t stand it.
He lunged for her, grabbing her wrist and tugging hard. She swung around, her gasp splitting the air as her forearms collided with his chest. Fuck . He was lost in her brown irises, in the way her pelvis rested against the hardness of his shaft.
“Is that the way you envisaged it?”
No answer was forthcoming, no words at all, only the rasps of her breathing as she gave a jerky nod. He let go of the dancing pretense and trailed his hand up her arm, over her shoulder to cup her cheek in his palm. He had no disillusion that her tiny stature meant she was malleable to his intentions. She was a tough cookie. He could see it in her eyes. He just couldn’t keep his hands off her. The light stain of pink in her cheeks was irresistible.
“Stay the night with me.”
Her nose crinkled, and she shook her head. “I can’t.”
There wasn’t an excuse in the world he’d find acceptable for them not being together. She could be married. Have ten kids. Be a One Direction fan. He didn’t care. As long as she wasn’t hiding a dick in those cargos she was going to find it hard to pry
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