Page 84 of Limbo

Jordan hops up and goes to his computer, grinning when he returns. “Shall we fox-trot?”

“Sex on Fire” by Kings of Leon plays, and he offers me his hands. I giggle at his selection, and he pulls me to my feet. As taught by a middle-aged woman with no training, I hold up my dancer’s frame. Not to be outdone, Jordan matches my form and leads me through the steps. The professionalism dips when his hands slip down to my ass, but we are ballroom dancing in our underwear to a song about sex, so it doesn’t surprise me.

What does, however, is Johnny appearing in the doorway halfway through the song. Jordan stops, the two of them engaged in a shocked stare-down, eyes and mouths gaping. Johnny’s bag falls off his shoulder at the same time Gavin collapses beside him, both hitting the floor simultaneously.

Gavin lands in a hysterical pile, knees to his chest. “Oh my God.”

“Dude. Callie.” Johnny holds a hand over his eyes.

I grab a blanket from the couch and cover myself, amused by his reaction. “Hello, boys.”

He peeks through his fingers and lets his hand fall to his side.

Jordan dashes to shut off the still-blaring music. When he spins around, he shoos them. “Disappear, hooligans. We have yet to waltz.”

Johnny shakes his head, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Christ, Waters. If this is you with a girlfriend, I’m terrified for our band’s image.”

He descends to the basement while Gavin climbs the stairs, still squawking after the door to his bedroom shuts. A moment offuck mecrosses Jordan’s face, no doubt preparing for the ridicule he’ll endure. He recovers and returns to the computer. He turns up the volume, drowning out the deranged sounds of Gavin above us, and Edwin McCain sings, “I’ll Be.”

I smile and drop the blanket. “Are you taking me to prom in the late nineties?”

He walks over and pulls me to him. “Just dance, you impossible woman.”

I laugh, and he twirls me across the room. With our steps in time, his hand catches my back after each turn, the rest of the world far away.

By the time the chorus starts a second time, we abandon the waltz. My arms drape over his shoulders, fingers grazing the back of his neck. He holds me close and presses his forehead against mine. He looks at me in his way so intensely that it creates the strangest sensation. Like, if his stare continues much longer, the green in his eyes will mix with the blue in mine. Anyone who’s ever painted knows, once two colors combine, they never truly separate again. One permanently stained by the other. A part of him always a part of me.

The feeling becomes overwhelming. I’m about to pull away when the mood shifts along with his hands. He hooks his thumbs in the lace of my panties.

“I’m bored of you,” he says.

I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around him. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

Dance lessons end as he slams shut the laptop and bounds upstairs. He lands on top of me on the bed and makes quick work of the panties now in his way. The boxers go next and then the bra. I fall back on the pillows and stare up at him hovering over me with his teeth pressed into his bottom lip.

“Perfect,” he says.

Jordan kisses me before his mouth works its way down my neck and over my collarbone. A whimper slips out at the shot of pleasure when he drags his teeth over my nipple. His hips snap forward, rubbing his erection against my leg. He keeps going, his hot lips trailing down my stomach. I grasp at his hair and sigh as he reaches my hip bone. He skims his fingers up my inner thigh, and his tongue takes the same path a second later. Another sigh is quickly followed by a groan from him.

“Jesus, baby.” He stops, his mouth leaving my skin. “I’m trying to think of a nice way to say this.”

Possibly the fastest way to kill the mood. I push up on my elbows, offended but not sure about what yet. “A nice way to say what?”

He climbs up my body, bracing himself over me with his forearms. “If you don’t stop making those fucking noises, I’ll finish before we even start.”

Frustrating beyond belief and still capable of making me laugh.

“Get your shit together, Waters,” I say, reaching between us.

His eyes clamp shut as my hand twists up his shaft, and a deep sound escapes the back of his throat. Muscles still tense, he glares down at me. “Screw you, Henders.”

I bat my eyelashes at him and smile. “That’s what I’m waiting for.”

He almost throws himself off the bed to retrieve a condom from the box on the floor. His hips settle between my thighs as he rolls it on. I hook my legs around him and press my heels against him to pull him inside me. He groans again and lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me and keeping our rhythm slow.

“God,you feel incredible,” he says, lips still on mine.

He rocks into me faster, my hips lifting to meet each thrust. I dig my nails into the muscles in his back and feel them flexing beneath my fingers with each of his movements. Everything about him drags me under. His scent and the way he tastes. How he looks when waking up and that just a glance from him can make me smile or laugh or forget about the rest of the world.

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