Page 46 of Forbidden Dance
He heads to the back of the hall and the doors to the storage room. My pulse leaps when I see where he is going.
Blitz glances back to see who is noticing us, then opens the door. We duck inside, blinking in the dark.
The door is barely closed when he pulls me to him. “God, I want you alone,” he says, then his mouth is on mine.
His hands lift me, pulling my thighs around his waist again. We take a few steps through the room, then he presses me against an empty wall. His hands immediately go to my breasts, cupping them and thumbing the nipple.
His erection is instant. I feel it against my body and everything wakes up, all the need and emotion I’ve stuffed down for four years. I want him, desperately. I’m willing to do anything he asks, to get alone, be together, all the way.
I don’t hesitate, but give back every kiss, nibble, and bite. I run my hands down his neck and back, rocking against him, creating friction that makes him groan.
His kiss is deep and long and demanding. But the leotard is impossible, everything connected and layered. He can only touch me through the fabric.
I’m not as hindered. His shirt is open on bottom, so I lift it to run my fingers across his skin. He breaks the kiss, burying his face into my neck. “Please say I can come get you tonight,” he says. “I can’t beg any harder.”
I think about the evening. My parents go to bed at ten. Could I get away, sneak out my window? Dare I do it?
“I’m not sure I can,” I say. “I can try.”
“What is your phone number?” he asks.
I’m trying to think of a way to explain about my lack of phone when the storage room door opens.
Jacob, the jazz instructor, comes in and heads for the wall of props.
I quickly drop my legs to the floor. All he has to do is turn and he’ll see us.
Noise filters in from the busy hall. Blitz holds his finger to his lips and motions for me to move behind one of the costume racks.
But when I try to move, my elbow bumps a box of egg shakers, and it falls to the floor.
The noisy eggs roll everywhere. Jacob jumps straight in the air and whips around.
“Blitz? Livia? What are you two doing lurking in the dark?” He looks from one to the other, then says, “Oh.”
My face flames. God, if he talks to Danika, we’re doomed. Blitz will be out of here. I think fast. “Blitz was teaching me lifts and we thought we might need to double up the mats.”
“Is that why the mat was out in my room?” Jacob asks.
“Yes,” Blitz says. “Livia is a very quick learner. Sorry if it’s in your way.”
Jacob waves his concern away. “I’ll have the boys move it. Are you helping with our class today?”
“Yes,” Blitz says. “That’s why I was here. I saw Livia practicing and thought—”
“It’s all good,” Jacob says. “Say no more. Just watch out for the boss lady. If she thinks you’re going to take advantage of sweet Livia, she’ll cut off your balls.” He picks up a box. “And I do not mean figuratively.”
He heads out. Blitz hesitates, looking back at me, but I scurry out behind Jacob. As much as I want to figure out a way to be alone with Blitz, I have to think this through.
If there is a way, I’ll find it.
Chapter 16
On Friday, I have to rush through the academy to get to class and can’t ask anyone where Blitz is.
I wasn’t able to come early. My mother gave me a thousand chores to do, still angry about my insistence on dancing yesterday.
The other girls are already at the barre as I jerk off my sneakers and slide on my ballet slippers. Betsy nods at me and gestures for me to take my place on the barre as she calls out commands for the warm-up.
