Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,112

back in the tube and gave it a quick twist.

“What?” Pulling her up, he spun her around. “What do you mean, no?”

“I mean, I don’t dance. Aside from fooling around with kids, I’ve never danced in my life, and I’m not about to start tonight. Making a fool of myself in front of your family isn’t what I want.”

It was as though she’d socked him in the gut. Dancing was hands down his favorite activity. “Oh, we’re dancing, baby.” He stepped toward her, arms out as he wiggled his hips in the most unsexy manner he could imagine. “No one will think you’re a fool.”

A bark of laughter bubbled out of Mak as she slapped his hands away. “Not happening. The first time I dance, it’s not going to be with a professional in front of all his people.”

“Excuse me?” Pressing a hand to his chest, he gasped as though offended. “I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent lead. I’d never let you look bad.”

“Not happening.” Her silky black hair swished back and forth as she shook her head.

“All right, that’s it.” He gripped her shoulders and steered her toward her bed. “Sit that sexy ass down. You’re about to get your first dance lesson.”

As she sank down to the edge of the bed, she rolled her eyes. “My first dance lesson isn’t going to be a lap dance, is it?”

Oh, this girl just did it for him. Her particular brand of sass, sweetness, innocence, and curiosity drove him wild. “It sure as fuck is, baby. It sure as fuck is. Want you to be able to feel it as well as see it.”

“Oh, Jesus.”

Laughing hard, he dug his phone out of his pocket, pulled up his current favorite playlist, and hit play. This was gonna be a fucking trip.

Two seconds later, a heavy hip-hop base beat filled the room.

Mak’s jaw dropped into the most adorable face of disbelief. “Please tell me this isn’t—oh, my God it is. It’s WAP.” She buried her face in her hands.

Too funny. “I’m shocked you even know this song.”

“I live with an eighteen-year-old boy. I know this song.”

Thunder moved so he stood directly in her line of sight—or he would have been were she not hiding behind her hands. “All right. Step one, loosen up.”

Mak snorted.

“A few drinks will help with this. Close your eyes and let your body feel the beat. Let it take on the rhythm of the music.” He demonstrated as he spoke, softening his knees and beginning to bounce with the beat. For him, it came as naturally as breathing. As though the pumping of his blood changed to match the pulse of the music. When he opened his eyes, Mak had her fingers spread and peeked through the openings. He had to bite his lower lip to keep from smirking.

“Next, hips. You got some sexy ones, baby, and they’re gonna drive the train here. Move them first, and follow with the rest of your body.” He gave her a sexy example of a body roll, making sure to add an extra pump of his hips at the end.

“I can’t do that!” she whined as her hands dropped to the bed. “My body does not move that way.”

Shit, this was more fun than he’d thought it’d be. “Babe,” he said, dancing close to her. “I’m intimately acquainted with how well those hips can move and trust me, you have no problem workin’ ’em.”

“Whew.” She fanned herself. “Why’s it so warm in here.”

He winked. “So, we’re loose, and our hips are poppin’, now we’re gonna move.” He spun and shuffled around the room, letting the music take him as it always did. This was his happy place. “You’re not a tree rooted to the ground; let yourself travel.”

The song switched over, another hip-hop beat changing his moves a bit.

“How’d you learn to do this? It seems to come so effortlessly to you.”

He executed a move that took him to the ground and had him twerking his ass. Mak laughed and whooped. Now she was loosening up and getting into the fun of it. “Some of it comes naturally. I’ve always loved it. It was an escape for me as a kid. When shit got fucked up, I’d get angry sometimes. Slapping on some headphones and dancing gave me an outlet for energy that could turn ugly otherwise.”

She tilted her head. “It’s hard to imagine you angry. You always seem so…light.”

“Been getting laid a lot lately. There’s this sexy waitress at the