Page 79 of Forbidden Dance
I nod and then cry out as he thrusts upward into me. He moves me over him, rapid and unrelenting. I can’t even think, sparks are shooting through me so fast. I gasp and try to find some sort of control, but it’s nowhere and before I can even figure out what he’s doing, I’m over the edge, spasming around him, and calling out his name.
He pulls me down against his chest and rolls us over in one smooth movement. Now he’s on top again and his rhythm is hard and fast. I’m still trying to recover from the last orgasm when he adds his fingers and I feel it again, forcing me back into that space, pushing me, making me want more than I think I can bear.
This time when I cry out, he goes with me, pumping straight through it, until I see colors bursting out like an explosion. When he finally collapses on me, I feel so exhausted I don’t think I’ll be able to move.
But he gives me a quick kiss and withdraws. “Rise and shine, Princess. We have to cross the moat and get past the guards.”
I groan and try to dive under the sheets. Blitz laughs and pulls them away. “Now, I’m more than happy to load you on a plane next to me and haul you to LA. But if you want to go home, we have to get you back.”
I lie there a moment, thinking. What do I want? I picture myself riding off in the Ferrari, walking onto an airplane.
But I know I can’t. There’s his show. My SAT. Parents. Toe shoes. Gabriella.
I stick my head back out. “Fine. I’ll get my clothes.”
“That’s my girl.”
There’s no time to spare now, so we move to the living room and dress quickly.
The atrium is dark and silent as we head down, although a few early travelers are in the lobby.
Blitz’s car is out front and waiting for us. The vent blasts cold, though, so I rub my hands together as we take off for my neighborhood.
“So when do you go back to LA?” I ask.
“In four hours,” he says. “I was sneaking a day away. There will be hell to pay for skipping this morning’s rehearsal, plus yesterday’s.”
“I didn’t know you were supposed to be there!” I say.
“I couldn’t concentrate. I had to know that you were okay.” He reaches over to hold my hand. “It’s just ten days until the finale. I’ll declare a winner and end the show. Then hightail it back here for whatever’s next.”
He’s coming back here? For me?
“Is that okay?” he asks. “Do you want me to come?”
“Of course. We can figure out a way to introduce you to my parents,” I say. “They might flip, but they can’t keep me locked up.”
“Why haven’t you left?”
“I’ve been pretty sheltered. I don’t know anything about finding a job or supporting myself. I don’t even have a driver’s license.”
He shakes his head. “I can help you.” He parks at the same spot he left me in the rain, a few houses down from mine. “This work?”
I nod. “I promise to keep my phone on. I won’t ignore you again.”
“It’s going to get pretty intense in the next few weeks. They’re going to start airing some segments to promo the live finale. They might be hard for you to see. Don’t give up on me.” His eyes are pleading. “No matter what you see. No matter how well I play the role, believe in me.”
“I will,” I say. “I have faith.”
“Okay,” he says. He leans over to me, and I meet him halfway for a good-bye kiss. Except that it isn’t really. I’ll see him when all this is over.
I open the door and take a deep breath.
“Should I wait until I know you’re okay?” he asks.
I peer down the street. My house is still dark. “Nobody’s up,” I say. “I can get in.”
“Call me if anything goes wrong, okay? I can come get you.”
