good under my fingers. So hard and solid. I slide my hands back up to his shoulders and hold him there as I begin to move. I’ve always been a good dancer. I can pick up beats as I hear them and predict the move I’m going to do.
I rise up on the tips of my toes and press my body against Kent’s as his hand come to rest on my lower back. “She’s glaring at us.”
The song fades and changes.
“I like this song,” he whispers in my ear. “Stop staring and turn around.”
I follow his perverted orders and find my pace in this new song. It’s sexy. I move my ass against him within inches of his groin, still hesitant to get into it. I’ve never danced with a man like this before.
He groans in my ear and pulls my hips against him roughly. “You’re not even trying,” he hisses. “Who’s going to want me when you don’t?”
“I don’t want you.”
“Pretend you do. Pretend you’ve never wanted anything more than you want me right now.”
I pretend not that I want Kent, because I would never want Kent, but Auburn Hair does. I decide to make him look sexy by pretending he’s sexy. I don’t have to pretend there. Kent is attractive in a way most men aren’t to me. His strong jaw rests in the hollow of my shoulder and his hands hold me to him tightly. I grind my hips against him harder, feeling him against me. He can move as well. He’s got the beat down. Together we grind this song out. When it’s done my breathing is deep. I’ve never danced like this with a guy. I’ve never been so close to one his body heat and sweat mixes with my own.
When the song changes I turn around and push my hair out of my face. My smile is shy as our eyes meet. This close up they’re soul-sucking.
“There you go. Want me,” he urges, reaching down to hold my hips. He slides his knee between my legs and grinds against me to the suggestive beat.
I gasp but he can’t hear me. Or if he does he doesn’t stop. He moves against me, leaving me no choice but to move back. I like this song, and it’s fun to dance to, so I give in and match his moves, ignoring his knee. We’re so close my breasts are pressing against his chest. Our faces are close together. If I want I can look into his dark eyes. If he wanted he could taste my smart-ass mouth. But I don’t and neither does he. I dance closer, earning a groan in my ear. I imagine what we must look like to everyone. Dry humping on the dance floor, my core grinding against his, faces inches apart, mouths breathing hard.
It looks like we want each other.
“Ahem,” a voice interrupts.
Auburn Hair is standing there when I look. Kent doesn’t hear her. His face is in my neck and my fingers are entangled in his hair. It feels silky and dampened slightly by his sweat. When did that happen? I contemplate ignoring her because Kent feels so good against me, his heavy breaths against my shoulder and his strong arms encircling me. But she looks pissed and I remember I don’t want Kent. It only looks like I do.
I pull back and he growls, following me.
“What are you doing? Come back here.”
I put my mouth over his ear. “Auburn Hair at eleven o’ clock.”
He stills against me. “Shit.”
“Yeah.”
His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are leaking something dangerous. He clears his throat. “You rang?”
“You invite me here and then dry hump some other girl right in front of me? Are you kidding?”
“Did it look like I was kidding?”
I try and undo his arms from around me. Why won’t he let me go? Maybe I’m not done here. His grip tightens around me. I reach up and wrap my arms around his shoulders. “We’re busy,” I rebuke her. “If you didn’t notice.”
She glowers at me and puts her hands on her hips. “Kent,” she whines.
“Keep going,” he whispers, removing his knee from between my legs.
When he does I realize he’s been supporting my weight all this time. I blush hot and hope he didn’t know how good he felt between my legs. I feel warm and tingly and almost hungry, as if something inside of me isn’t as satisfied as it was before our dance. It sucks the breath out of