Call Her Mine (Harmony Pointe #1)- Melissa Foster Page 0,83

where neon blue, purple, and red lights rained over the dance floor.

Ben couldn’t wait to get Aurelia on the dance floor. His girl had serious moves, the kind of moves that could make a dead man hard—and he’d spent way too many years watching her dirty-dance without him. He kept her close as they wove through a mass of bumping and grinding bodies. The scent of sex and foreplay hung in the air, amping up his anticipation of finally showing Aurelia what he’d learned for her.

“Ben,” she shouted over the pounding music. “You don’t have to do this. I know you hate dancing.”

“You think you know me,” he said with a wink.

Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he found a spot in the crowd, and as he’d known she would, Aurelia started dancing. Her shoulders and hips swayed seductively, as if the beat lived inside her. At first he barely moved, letting her think he was the same old Ben. The guy who had been born with two left feet. But she was a sight to be reckoned with, all her sexy curves gyrating and bumping to the seductive beat.

She thought he couldn’t dance. Didn’t she know that Ben had never come up against anything he couldn’t overcome with the right incentive? And Aurelia was a damn good incentive. His love for her had driven him to secretly take months of dance lessons in hopes of impressing her the night of Bridgette’s wedding. Better late than never.

He let the beat sink in, and then he fell into sync, matching her every move with one of his own. The surprise and appreciation in her eyes gave him the approval he needed to let the dirty dancer he’d discovered in himself come out to play. Her arms rose above her head, and he pressed closer, bringing her thigh between his legs. His hips thrust and gyrated, his hands danced down her arms and up her torso, his thumbs brushing over the sides of her breasts. Her breathing hitched, and even in the dim lights he saw flames in her eyes. He leaned in, their bodies snaking against each other, making him rock hard. He lowered his lips to hers, probing possessively as their hips ground to their own private beat. Ben was so lost in her, clutching her ass, devouring her mouth, the music and people around them blurred together. He didn’t know when one song ended and the next began, and he didn’t care. Time passed in a sweltering, libidinous rush of grinding and groping. He kissed her slick, salty skin, ate at her luscious mouth, and pawed her gorgeous ass, earning the most sinful look he’d ever seen. Oh yeah, baby. You like that? She’d been casting those wicked looks his way all night.

Now it was his turn.

He slipped one hand beneath the slit of her dress, clutching the back of her thigh as she ground against his erection. Under the cover of the dimly lit dance floor, his fingers moved higher, and his cock throbbed at the feel of flesh instead of panties. He grabbed her bare ass, and his fingertips brushed over the thin strip of her thong. She moaned, and though he didn’t hear it, he felt her chest vibrate against him, and he thought he might lose his fucking mind. He lowered his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting, earning a grind and thrust of her hips with his every effort.

“When’d you learn to dance?” she panted out next to his ear.

“When I realized I never wanted to see you dance with any other man.”

Her arms circled his neck, and he claimed her mouth. She crushed her softness against him. He buried his hands in her hair, angling her mouth beneath his, sinking deeper into their kisses, swallowing her sounds of pleasure. The beat of the music, the feel of her fingers digging into him, begging for more, and her hungry kisses heightened the sexual tension that had been sizzling between them all night. Other than during his lessons, Ben had never danced with another woman like this. He’d been saving it for Aurelia. He’d wondered if he’d be nervous, but he was so focused on enjoying every second of bringing her pleasure in this new and different way, anxiety had no way into their private, sensual bubble.

When their lips parted, she turned in his arms, grinding his arousal against her ass. She shimmied lower, brushing her back against his erection before dancing upright again.