Page 14 of Falling For His Badass

I look the group over as he returns to them. There are four men. One is short and stocky, two are medium height and lean, one is medium height and bulked up. They briefly give me eye contact, sizing me up as well, then focus on their leader. Jeff starts to talk as soon as he returns.

I look down at Lizzy. Her eyes are big as saucers, but she doesn’t say a word. I take her little hand in mine again, and we walk over to the elevator to wait. When it arrives and the doors open, the two douche bags that were working on having a threesome on the dance floor with Lizzy have found a willing woman, based on the giggling she is doing.

I feel Lizzy tense up, so I put my arm around her shoulder, and pull her against my body. She hugs herself tight against me, and her tits press into my ribs. Instantly, my cock is hard again. I close my eyes and savor the moment. I have never had a woman who turns me on with such a simple touch.

“Hey, you!” A man shouts too loud for the space.

I open my eyes to see the dark haired one has stopped right in front of us and is gawking at Lizzy. I frown at him and clench my teeth.

He slurs, “It’s not too late. You can still join in on the fun.”

As I raise my hand to block any attempt his stupid drunk punk ass might try, I growl at him. “Back off.”

He glances up at me, but his eyes are glazed. He’s more than drunk. He’s stoned. “But you’ll have to ditch the gorilla. I don’t think he will play nice.”

The giggling girl smiles at us, “No, I don’t think he shares.” Then she takes his arm and pulls him away. “Come on, daddy, mama wants to play.”

The three of them stumble off, laughing. I look down at Lizzy who is still snuggled up against me. She whispers, “Thanks again for being my ….”

I laugh, “Gorilla?”

She laughs too. Then releases my waist, takes my hand, and we follow the crowd into the waiting elevator. She maneuvers us to the back, then ends up standing in front of me. Her scent wafts up with her essence and she smells like a woman should. Sweet, like flowers. I rest my hands on her shoulders and breath deep as my thumbs absentmindedly stroke her soft skin. The urge to nip her neck is hard to resist, but I do. I’m a disciplined soldier and the elevator is crowded. This isn’t the place for that level of seduction.

When the elevator begins to move, Lizzy leans against me, relaxed. My cock begins to grow again, wanting desperately to touch her skin to skin. I know she can feel it pressing against her ass. “Umm,” slips past my lips when she pushes back. She tilts her head, letting her straight hair fall off her shoulder, exposing her neck to me. My grip tightens, resisting the temptation to at least kiss her there. When she arches her back, and rubs her ass against my now hard cock, I lose the battle of wills between discipline and desire. My hand eases into her thick, silky, strands at the nape of her neck and I curl my fingers around them. Controlling her movement, I lean forward and turn her face to kiss, knowing I will definitely hammer her nice big ass tonight until she comes again and again for me.

The man at the panel asks, “Everyone going up to the bar?”

I stop my kiss and stare into her eyes. The words, “Second floor, please,” are on the tip of my tongue, but something about her expression makes me eat them. Through her desire, I see a hint of doubt or maybe it’s lack of confidence, hiding deep inside them, but it gives me pause. Until I can determine what that look is really saying, I can’t push her. She has to be the one who opens up to me. She has to trust me, and that takes time. I peck her lips and whisper on them, “Let’s go dancing.”

Her eyes flash that look again, and I wonder if I made a mistake, then her smile brightens the darkness, and although my cock isn’t too happy with my heart, I know it was the right call. She has to want to belong to me before I take her and make her mine. Otherwise, we won’t last.

I smile at B.A. Wow;this man is amazing! He releases his grip on my hair, spins me around to face the front, then pulls me tight against him, while his thumbs return to stroking my shoulders. How many men would delay their own sexual gratification with a willing woman to take her dancing, becauseshewants to dance? None that I’ve ever known.

When the elevator arrives, B.A. takes my hand, and leads me straight to the dance floor. We weave our way to the center, then he turns to face me, pulls me to him with a force that makes me grunt, catches me with his other hand, and expertly pushes me into a spin, pulls me back into his embrace, then drops me in a dip. He laughs at my shocked face. “Babe, this gorilla’s got game.”

I laugh out loud with him. To say the man can dance is an understatement. The man can fucking dance is more accurate. Although he is big and bulky, he moves like a cat, graceful and fluid, but the best part of dancing with him is the way his eyes are devouring me. He knows one thing is definitely leading to the other. His natural confidence, mixed with his desire for me, feels so good to my bruised ego. Fuck all the jackasses in the world. They don’t hold a candle to the B.A.’s of the world. As we move and groove, teasing and tempting each other, I catch the occasional woman dancing around us with envy in her eyes. They would die to be me right now. I smile at B.A. He isn’t the only one who doesn’t share.

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Lizzy!Wow, she’s really something else. Watching her enjoying the music, dancing carefree, has me wanting her more than I thought possible, but it’s her flirting and teasing that have drove me past the point of no return.

I knew the first time I laid eyes on her, she was someone special, and now that I’ve met her, I know how special she is, but when I kissed her, I knew for sure that she’s my someone special.

Each time she dances by, showing me that she’s got all the goods to make all my fantasies come true, then stabbing my mind with her wicked eyes that promises she will be brave and daring in her lovemaking, to flashing her beautiful smile that makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst. I know I’m the luckiest man alive, because I’m not a liar. Not even to myself. As a behavioral specialist, it’s my job to see through the lies and discover the truth. And the truth is, I’ve fallen for Miss Lizzy Mayer. Now all I have to do is make her fall for me.

The music has been a mixture of current pop tunes with an occasional Country Music classic thrown in, so when the perfect song comes on, I take advantage of the opportunity to pierce Lizzy’s protective veil and let John Michael Montgomery tell her “I Can Love You Like That.”

At first, we sway together, then I stop, and step forcefully into her space, exerting my will into her world. Towering over her, I pinch her chin and tip her perfect face up. When our eyes connect, the intensity of my gaze burns directly from my heart and incinerates all her doubts and insecurities. I bare my soul to her and before the song is over, she understands that my passion is pure.

When the song ends, I cup her face in my hands and lower my lips to hers. Releasing the fire burning inside, I consume her. When her arms wrap themselves around my neck and she clings to me without reservation, I know I have won. She is mine.

When I finally pull away, my cock demands I consummate her capitulation. My mind and heart are in complete agreement. Without asking, I take her hand and head for the elevator. I can feel her trotting to keep up, but the driving force burning inside me won’t slow down. I’ve waited for her all my life. From the moment I kissed my first girlfriend, I knew she wasn’t the one, and that I would know when I located my soulmate. Lizzy is that person.

When we reach the elevator, Damien, the bouncer, is back on point. He takes one look at my face, glances at Lizzy, then steers us to Jeff’s private elevator. He hits the button, and the door opens. Without breaking my stride, I drag Lizzy inside, and before the door has closed completely, I have her pinned against the back wall.

The silence shouts privacy.

The elevator begins to move.

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