Teacher (Voyeur #6) - Fiona Cole Page 0,30

she peeked my way and offered her excuse. “Just to calm the nerves,” she said with a light laugh and shrug.

“No judgment here.”

And down it went, quickly followed by a wedge of lime pressed between her luscious lips. I barely held back my groan.

With the shot gone and nervous silence stretching between us, my mind scrambled to fill the gap. Before I could say anything, she turned and asked, “Do you want to dance?”

Not really, was my first reaction. Instead, I said, “Sure.”

I lightly rested my fingers at the base of her back and guided her to the edge of the dance floor closest to the wall. I knew she did better when there were less people behind her. The lights swirled around her, different than the direct lights above the bar, making her green eyes flash. The slow, heavy beat of the song surrounded us, and she wasted no time swaying her hips side to side. Every move, simple and alluring. She wasn’t trying to garner the attention of every man with the sway of her hips, but she surely had mine.

I did a horrible two-step, which she quickly caught on to and smiled. Pressing up to her toes, she scooted close to talk in my ear.

“You don’t dance, do you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the best one out here.”

She stepped back and smiled, relaxing me more than I’d been all night. One song bled into another, and I made sure she had the space to move. When a slow song came on, I looked to her for direction. Without any hesitation, she stepped into my arms, sliding her hands up and around my neck. I lightly rested my hands on her waist and kept a respectable high school dance distance between us.

“You’re much better at slow dancing,” she said, smiling.

“A beautiful woman makes it easy.”

She scrunched her nose around her smile. “Do women fall for those lines?”

I tipped my head side-to-side. “Sometimes.”

Couples around us swayed in each other’s arms. Some locked together from hip to lips. One couple had stopped dancing all together and were making out. They’d arranged themselves on the corner of the dance floor, cast in shadow, but enough to still be seen. He kissed down her neck, burying his head in her breasts, and I wondered if I’d be kissing down Hanna’s neck tonight. I wondered what her skin would taste like.

My cock hardened and I shook my head, snapping out of the fantasy. That wasn’t what tonight was about. “How was your week?” I asked, keeping a neutral topic.

“Good.”

“Any weekend plans?”

Her eyes narrowed, and she hesitated, studying me. “Is this what you do with all the girls you dance with? Keep space and simple conversation?”

“No. Not even a little bit.”

Hanna continued to study me, slowly sinking her teeth in her bottom lip, until finally, she stepped closer, pressing her soft breasts to my hard chest. On autopilot, I held her close, my large palms almost spanning across her whole back.

Her fingers dug into my hair, raking her nails along the sensitive skin of my neck. Goosebumps traveled down my spine, shooting straight to my balls, and I fought to keep my cock from hardening against her stomach.

“I used to love to dance,” she confessed. “Sofia loved ballet, but I loved hip-hop.”

She rolled her hips, and I struggled to bite back my moan. “I can tell.”

Her small pink tongue slipped out across her lips, only to be followed by her teeth. I’d begun to realize she did that when she was nervous and considering her words. “How much touching are we doing tonight?” she asked, peeking up from under her lashes.

“This can be it. We don’t have to do any more.”

“What if I wanted…more?”

My mind conjured every version of more she could want, and probably some that she didn’t even know existed.

I breathed a laugh. “Touching you is no hardship. I’m offering anything. My body is yours to do any-fucking-thing you want to it,” I said with a bow of my head. “Just ask for what you want. Claim your power to want it.”

We’d stopped moving, and I gave her all the time she needed to say what she wanted. “Will you…will you touch me?”

“I am.”

“No.” She shook her head before nodding to the side. “Like that.”

I focused my attention to where she gestured and found two women swaying side to side, their foreheads pressed together. They looked like two lovers lost in a simple moment, except for how one of