Page 26 of Dance Dirty With Me

I steal as many glances as I can, taking in his broad back, gorgeous arse, and muscled thighs.

“Baby, are you listening to me?” Nicola’s voice is shrill, ringing across the mostly empty room. I see Johnny look over at her, and then up at me. He winks and I nearly fall over the wooden boat I’m holding. I bite my lip to hide my smile, and turn my attention to an impatient-looking Nicola.

“I want it moved over there,” she says, pointing to the far side of the stage. As she directs me to move it back five minutes later, I’m pretty sure she asked me to move it just because she can.

A few other people, some of them guests, come to see Johnny, and he checks them off his list. I wonder if it’s for the singing competition. He seems to have finished what he’s doing and comes towards the stage. I try to focus on Nicola’s instructions. The next time I look up I see the older lady guest, the one I’ve seen dancing with Johnny and who I saw leaving the studio when I was arriving for practice. She saunters up to him, and they’re close enough for me to hear her even though she leans in close.

“Hello, loverboy. I’m just checking that I’m on the list for the singing competition.”

Johnny checks his list. “Yes, Mrs Pressman. I have you down as sixth on the running order.” He holds the clipboard against his chest.

“My husband will be busy all night, so it’s our last chance.” Her voice is sultry and my heart sinks.

“No, Mrs Pressman. I can’t,” he replies.

She tosses her hair back haughtily and stalks off. As she goes, he glances at me, but I go back to moving scenery, keeping my smile to myself.

“I’ve made a decision,” Lisa announces as we’re in the cabin dressing for dinner.

“What’s that?” I look over at her and she’s almost bursting with wanting to tell me something.

“I’ve decided that I’m going to visit Robbie tonight. Late. After lights out.”

I know exactly what she means as I’ve been sneaking out myself for the last few nights. I don’t know why she’s confiding in me, though. Probably from the lack of having her usual friends to tell. I pause in buttoning up my shirt.

“You can do better than Robbie, Lisa. Believe me.” I hate that she still seems to like someone like him.

“What would you know about it? Why would you care about me?” she snaps at me. “All you care about is that Dad doesn’t talk to you anymore, you’re no longer his favourite. He prefers me now.”

I finish dressing in silence. Her words speak a truth that cuts deep into me. I don’t know how to heal the rift with my dad and that hurts.

“Sorry I’m late,” says a breathless Baby on my doorstep. I pull him inside and as soon as the door is shut, I press him up against it and kiss him because I just can’t seem to get enough of him. He pulls back, his chest still heaving.

“I had to wait until Lisa had gone, and then I ran all the way here.”

“I’d still have been here.” I smile at him and he releases a breath, his panting subsiding. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are parted and glistening from the kiss I just gave him. I run a hand down his cheek. “I didn’t know what I was waiting for until you showed up in my life,” I say softly, and see him drop his eyes like he’s not worthy.

“Hey,” I admonish gently, and take his chin in my hand, forcing him to look back up at me. “None of that now. You never have to look away from me.”

I want to profess more to him, but I don’t know what those feelings are. I don’t have a word for them, and I know this can never be a long-term relationship. He’ll finish his holiday, and at the end of the season I move on—that’s life, that’s how it has to be. But I’m not going to let those thoughts ruin this night.

After another long kiss I walk over to the bed and he follows me. I rummage around under my pillow and find the lace knickers.

“You forgot these.” I hold them out to him and his eyes widen slightly.

“I can’t take them back to my cabin. What if my mum sees them? I doubt my sister will cover me, she already suspects something’s going on. I don’t know what she’ll make of me having them.”

“Will you wear them for me?” I ask.

“Now?” he asks and I nod. He captures his bottom lip between his teeth, the way he does when he’s thinking. I watch him, because it’s the cutest look.

“Then what?” He has a cheeky glint in his eye so I step close to him, fold his hands round the knickers, and brush my lips against his ear.

“Dance dirty with me.”

By the time I’ve put on a record—“Be My Baby”—and turned around, he’s there, wearing nothing but the pale-pink lace knickers, and he’s every bit as beautiful as I imagined. Breathtakingly so, with his slim body and perfectly roundarse, his skin, soft like swans’ feathers, and his pretty face that captured me the first time I saw him. I pull my T-shirt over my head and close the few strides between us. I almost hesitate to touch him.

“You’re beautiful. You’re perfect,” I utter huskily. I place one hand on his hip and with the other I direct his arm around my neck, moving closer so we’re pressing close. I sway and he moves with me. I catch him round the waist, holding him close as we sway in time to the music. The skin-on-skin touch as we gyrate in unison is electric, and the air almost fizzles between us. He bends back away from me and I lick up his chest as he rises back up, capturing his lips and kissing him as we dance. I run my hands down his back and over his tight backside, and the contrast of his smooth skin and the lace feels divine. He presses closer, and I offer my leg for some friction. His head thrown back—with slightly parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes—as he grinds against my thigh is more than I can stand. I pull him towards the bed and sit down on the edge of it so my face is level with his groin. I pull down the knickers, freeing his cock before sucking it into my mouth. He gasps and his hips thrust forward.

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