Release (11 page)

Oh. My. Gosh. Physical contact with Dane! Anyone would
think I’m a virgin – this alone is raising my excitement to ridiculous levels,
it’s as though I’ve never been touched by a man before. How are we actually
going to dance together if I feel this way already? All he’s doing is holding
the tips of my fingers with the tips of his.

But it is the sexiest hand
holding
ever
.

Keeping a few steps behind
him, I admire Dane’s broad, defined shoulders and narrow waist. And his firm
arse. He is insanely arousing. I’m not the only woman noticing him; many female
gazes are trained on Dane right now. A few men are checking him out as well.

As we approach the dance
floor, lust and the Latin beat pulse through me from the crown of my head all
the way down to my toes, an exhilarating fusion of passion and uncurling
desire. The band performing grabbed me from the moment I walked into this
place. I can hear and feel the soul within the music, and I know hearts are the
driving force behind the rapid stroking of the Congo drums and the strumming of
the guitars. The male and female vocals are reaching into me, claiming me;
they’re out of this world. The red and green glow from the stage is the only
source of light and surrounds me dimly, pulling me deeper into the vibrancy of
the rhythms.

Dane leads me in among the
swaying crowd, the body heat consuming me all the more the farther we go. I’m glad
I have little clothing on.

Standing face-to-face, he
grasps my hips with both hands and draws me nearer, stopping when my body molds
to his. Yes, yes, yes. My high heels bring my nose level with his lips, and
we’re so close I swear I can feel them. I want to, but my reliable self-control
encourages a few millimeters to remain between us. His breath teases my skin,
and I can smell him among the scents of everyone around us. With my palms
against his firm shoulder blades, I slip my left leg between both of his. My
pubic bone presses against the very top of his thigh, taught with well
developed muscles.

Our bodies seem to concur
and we start moving in perfect time with each other, hips swaying sensuously
from side-to-side. I close my eyes; partly so that I can get lost in the feel
of our dance, partly because I can’t look at Dane. He moves his cheek to my
temple. This I can handle and I appreciate him keeping his lips to himself, no
matter how much I want them caressing mine. He feels hard and strong, just as I
expected, but the way he moves is fluid and well coordinated. He’s a good
dancer with natural rhythm. It doesn’t even seem like he’s trying to impress
me, he feels the music.  

The band flows into the next
song, and I’m so immersed that nothing beyond us and the music exists now.
Dane’s aroused. I experienced the moments of his cock thickening and
lengthening and now I can feel him solid against my hip and lower abdomen. It
feels magnificent. I did wonder if he’d get hard. I’d be offended if he wasn’t.

I’m thankful my reaction to
him is hidden. My nipples are slightly turgid, from the friction of our upper
bodies. It’s only a tiny giveaway. The ultimate offender, the wetness between
my legs, is safely bound within my knickers. Truth is, right now, I’m horny as
hell.

I know I’m holding him
tighter than when we started, just as he is me, but I can feel his restraint.
It’s in the slight tension of his shoulders. Somehow he knows not to push this,
and I’m grateful because the temptation is already close to unbearable.

Someone dancing behind me
bumps me, pushing me into Dane, though there’s no gap between us. He holds me
in a way that feels more protective than sexual, his arms crossing over my back
to shield me. With a small shift to the side, he moves us and creates a little
extra space behind me. Now he keeps me in a clutch that’s demanding, no longer
restrained. We’re in a snug embrace, our bodies perfectly aligned. My arms are
curled tightly around his shoulders, beneath the ponytail of locks, and his arms
are solid around my midsection.

We’ve been dancing for a
while now. We haven’t spoken. We haven’t needed to. My skin is slick with
perspiration, and the heat of Dane’s flesh is penetrating his soft, cotton
shirt. My hair is damp at the roots and probably looks like shit, but I don’t
care. Even though there’s additional space around us now, our hold on each
other is unbreakable.

With my eyes still closed, I
rest my chin on his shoulder. When Dane pulls gently on my left arm, I let him
move it. He repositions my hand at the base of his spine, and I revel at the
feel of this unexplored location of his body. Fingers thread through my hair at
the base of my skull, and I submit when he fists my strands and lightly tugs,
easing my head back. Cooler air soothes my exposed throat.

Lips skim along my jaw, to
my chin, and down my neck to the hollow of my collarbones. The contact was so
light, I could question whether it really happened, but I felt it throughout me
as powerfully as the pulsating rhythm of the music still owning me. Dane swirls
the tip of his tongue against me. I grasp the back of his neck with one hand
and gently press into his lower back with the other when he sucks the same
area. I can still feel his erection, more antagonistic than before. My upper
inner-thighs are slick with sweat and arousal, I’m dripping with both. This is
dirty, sexy and deliciously messy. The atmosphere is blazing, the dance floor
is still heaving and it’s full of temptation and sex. I’m sure I can smell it.

So caught up in the orgy of
horniness and emotions, I’m wondering when it was that Dane took such a firm
hold of my bottom. His middle fingers are almost invading the valley between my
cheeks, the only prevention being my little skirt and black lace French
knickers. He’s pinning my pelvis to his.

The action occurs before I
even consider doing it; I raise my right leg and hook it over his hip. Dane
repositions himself to stand between my thighs, his hand now under my bottom,
supporting me. His erection presses directly against my center, he’s pushing
harder. We’re grinding into each other, riding the beat of the music, literally
fucking with our clothes on. Heaven knows how we look to others, even in the
dim lights, but I won’t open my eyes to find out if anybody’s noticed.

The very rebellious angel
turned bad that’s now sitting on my right shoulder is encouraging me to be the
slut of all sluts and beg him to shove his huge, angry cock into me right here
and now. The way Dane’s holding me, and moving with me, he wouldn’t take much
persuading. Angel gone bad is still encouraging, poking, practically begging.
Kisses have covered my entire neck and jaw line, everyone hungrier than the
last.  

I want to taste him.

I lift my head. Dane’s lips
meet mine. The contact detonates our passion, no spark – a sudden explosion of
frantic want, and he sucks my tongue fiercely into the cave of his mouth.

Expert, ardent strokes
around my tongue.

The saltiness of me. The
sweetness of pineapple and white rum. Man. Dane.

He is fucking delicious.

With his grip on my hair and
his support now under my thigh, Dane isn’t allowing a single part of me to be
unconnected from him. The strength of his cologne has lessened, making way for
his musky, testosterone filled pheromones. The sweaty aroma between the two of
us isn’t even repulsive. Combined, we smell of voracious desire.

I am abso-fucking-lutely
certain that sex between us would be phenomenal.

Moving my hand from his neck
to his chest, my fingers are itching to unbutton his shirt and touch what lies
beneath. Angel gone bad is cheering this to the fullest. I ease my upper body
back just enough to slip the second button free. And the next one down. And the
next one. It’s enough to slide in and feel his searing, slick skin.

Smooth, hair free. So firm.
So perfect.

I want.

My thumb tip passes over his
nipple, it hardens. I want to lick it, suck it. His hold on my hair becomes
more demanding and he pushes his stiff cock harder against me. I press my nails
into his chest. The vibration that travels from his throat, into our kiss, only
encourages me to moan as well.

I want to pull my mouth away
from his, stop the luscious way his tongue is caressing mine, but I can’t. This
is without a doubt the sexiest, most erotic kiss of my life and I want to keep
it. It’s deep, passionate and hungry, yet somehow it’s also affectionate and
thorough.

The foot I have still
remaining on the floor loses contact with it, and I’m floating backwards. I
can’t be distracted with why, but I know the answer when I feel the wall at my
back. The coolness of it is a shock to my heated, sticky flesh, but my movement
to resist it is prevented by the immovable man in front of me.

I’m pinned to the wall, and
Dane’s grinding against me.

I wonder if he knows how
close I am to coming.

Right now.

Sensations are gathering,
starting to spike. His thick erection continues its work. My breathing picks
up, I’m moaning into his mouth. Pulsating, tingling heat building, building …
my fingers press harder into him, my grip on the back of his shirt tightens.
Ah, shit. Yes. No. Yes. Oh, fuck. I want this, I really do.

But I can’t.

I have to have some level of
control and if I allow this to go too far, I have nothing.

Abruptly, I pull my lips
away from his, sucking in the moist air as I prop my forehead on his shoulder.
Dane instantly becomes motionless, but doesn’t move away. As I lower my leg
from his hip, he corrects my skirt with the hand he had under my thigh and then
rests it on my waist. I don’t want to let go of him, and my body is screaming
for me to continue the journey to sexual bliss. Angel gone bad is seriously
pissed off.

Though I’m trying to, I
can’t bring myself to look at him, and the last thing I want to see is those
around us. I feel the brush of Dane’s mouth at my ear. “Are you okay?” The
fingers still buried in my hair start lightly massaging my scalp. Gosh, that’s
so good.

I’m aching to hold him tight
against me, but I can’t. Resisting Dane is close to impossible, this is taking
all the self control I have.

Slowly, and guided through
touch alone, I button up his shirt.

Now I find the will to raise
my head and look into his eyes, which don’t look quite so hazel under these
low, colorful lights. They’re darker, probably partly with desire, but they’re no
less alluring. His gaze is soft, thoughtful. Understanding. Beautiful.

“Do you want me to take you
home?” he asks, stroking my cheek with the back of his fingers.

I don’t want to go, but I
don’t see how we can stay and dance again after what just happened. Or stay and
talk and act like we didn’t just dance like we were fucking. Or stay and talk
and act like he didn’t just almost make me come.

Going home isn’t my
preferred choice, but it’s for the best.

Lust is a dangerous and very
hungry place, and I need my head to be clear.

As I walk into my apartment, all I want to do is
collapse on my bed and blissfully go to sleep. Quietly, I make for my room
along the unlit hallway. Suddenly, as I’m about to pass it, Kayla’s bedroom
door swings open and she jumps out into my path.

I freeze with my heart
pounding, my breath catching in my lungs. “What the fuck, Kayla?” I squeeze out
in a whisper.

It’s barely possible to see
in this dark, narrow space, but the mysterious silhouette with what looks like
wild curly hair is definitely her. “Did you fuck him? That’s all I wanna know.”

I think she’s pointing at
me, but I’m not sure. One thing I am sure of is that I’m not getting by her
until I’ve answered. Last time I checked I was twenty-eight and no longer
living with my mum. Yes, that’s correct. But I know Kayla has my best interest
at heart. And she’s still waiting for my reply. “No,” I say, rapidly shaking my
head.

I won’t tell her that he
almost made me come on the dance floor to sexy Latin music. That info can wait.

I just make out the nod of
her head. She turns to walk into her room. “Details in the morning, missy.”

“Babe, for future reference,
jumping out on me in the dark like that’s a bit …” As I search for the
appropriate words, her arms suddenly go tightly around me in a hug.

“God, I’m sorry. I won’t do
that again.”

I chuckle quietly to add a lighter touch as I cuddle
her back. “You’re already prepping for the role of mother and you’re practicing
on me tonight.” She’s so adorable. I squeeze tighter to show her I’m grateful
for her care.

****

After brushing my teeth and hair, I go to the kitchen
for my caffeine fix. I’m so glad its Sunday and I don’t have work. I slept
well, but I want an easy day.

Kayla walks into the room as
I take out my mug from the cupboard. “Coffee?”

“Tea, please,” she answers,
taking a seat at the table.

“Tea for me, too, please,”
Leona says, walking in bright and wide awake, and dressed in the same dark blue
skinny jeans and jade green satin camisole she was wearing when I left the
theater last night.