Page 59 of Forbidden Dance
I hesitate in the aisle, not sure where Blitz wants to sit. He heads straight up the stairs to the back row. Of course.
My head buzzes with nervous energy as I follow him. What will happen here? Technically, we’re in public. Realistically, we’ll probably be alone the whole time.
Blitz plunks down in the center seat and props his sneakers up on the chair back in front of him. “Still a surprise, but the previews will give us a hint.”
“I’m going to laugh if it’s a kid movie,” I say.
Blitz picks up a piece of popcorn and presses it to my lips. I open for him and accept it.
It’s salty and warm and Blitz’s fingers linger after I’ve closed my mouth. My body wakes up, vibrating and on edge. I think again on the panties and wish I had been more daring.
But the movie will probably distract us. Something with lots of action and violence, or maybe a comedy.
I glance back at the screen and Blitz picks up his drink.
The preview is dark and moody, an art film. So is the next. There is a flash of skin, a sensual instrumental setting a mood.
So definitely not a kid movie. Or an action blockbuster. I remember those from the time before,Percy Jackson and the Olympians. TheKarate Kidremake. The last movie I saw before my parents locked me away wasTangled. I can still see that girl in the boat, looking at the lights after escaping the tower and feeling that finally her life had begun. Fitting.
The previews end and the company logos for the feature begin. I guess they really do expect you to know what movie you’re seeing, because this one just sort of begins.
It’s in Japanese with subtitles. I glance over at Blitz, and he shrugs. He leans in. “All the better to make out.”
He sets the popcorn in the seat beside him and takes my hand. He lifts it to his lips. “Mmm, buttery,” he says and takes one of my fingers in his mouth.
My body flames so suddenly and so hot that I suck in a breath. His eyes watch me as he takes in each finger, his expression mischievous and bright.
I wish the seat arm wasn’t between us, but I lean in as close as I can. He lowers my hand and kisses my mouth instead. He keeps it easy, light feathery movements that steady my hammering heart.
His hand moves to my waist, flirting with the underside of my breast. Then his thumb slides up, crossing the nipple. I suck in another breath, everything flashing hot.
Blitz leans in even closer, his mouth seeking me now. We’re barely into the movie and things are moving fast. But I want them to. I want to take this as far as we can go. I want to remember all the things I’ve forgotten and pushed aside.
And learn more. Who better than Blitz to show me, remind me, teach me?
I reach for him, placing a tentative hand on his thigh. He places his hand on me more fully, capturing the entire breast in his palm. I’m on fire now, wanting more, to feel skin on skin. I want to burn the panties away, wondering if he’ll feel disappointment when he encounters them, or if things will even progress that far.
A sudden noise onscreen startles us and we turn to it. Then gape. A maid is giving another woman a bath in an old-fashioned tub, and the scene is intensely erotic.
“Perfect,” Blitz says in my ear, then his mouth moves to my neck, kissing along my collarbone. His hand moves to the bottom of my sweater, and then I get what I want, his fingers brushing my skin.
An electric charge bolts through me. I want to moan with the pleasure of it, but try to stay calm and quiet. I have to keep some sort of control, although thinking back, that was never my strong suit. I was impulsive once. Passionate. I let emotion carry me way beyond society’s boundaries.
His fingers travel up along my ribs and rest at the base of the bra. I don’t require much, and there is no underwire or thick cups for him to wrangle with. He doesn’t hesitate, but slips his thumb beneath the fabric and touches me without hindrance.
Now I can’t stop from groaning near his ear. His mouth returns to mine, taking my tongue in deeply. I fall into the kiss, his touch, my own hand gripping his leg in the jeans.
My body arches toward him. I wish we weren’t here, in these seats, separated by the silly armrest. I want fully against him, so close. Everything is flooding back, every feeling, every need. I don’t care that I’ve only known Blitz two weeks. I understand him. I see what nobody else does. How he can really be.
I break the kiss and look around the theater. No one is here. We’re well into the movie. Nobody is going to come.
Summoning every bit of daring I possess, I stand up and turn to Blitz.
He looks up at me in surprise, probably wondering if he’s taken things too far and I’m going to leave.
But I slip my knees on either side of his thighs and slide forward, straddling him as best I can with seats on either side. My skirt gets trapped between us, so I jerk it free and let it fall across my thighs.
His hands go to my legs beneath it, caressing the skin.
