Page 34 of Wicked Dance
Then I sit at the corner desk, my back to the door, and read through the Twitter feed until Blitz returns.
As always, he chugs a bottle of water from the bar fridge and heads to the bathroom. “Be out in a flash,” he calls over to me.
I give him a “mm-hmm” and don’t look his way.
He takes lightning-fast showers, so as soon as I hear the water hit the tile, I jump up, close the door from the bathroom to the living room to drive his path into the bedroom, and cross back into the room.
Then I close the blinds most of the way, until only fine lines of light stripe the bed. I take off the sweats and leave the white underwear, which glow a little in the half-dark.
I take a deep breath. Dang, I’m nervous for someone doing something with a man I’ve lived with for months. I carefully pop open the door to the bathroom, letting in another shaft of light.
Then I head to the bed.
I push the regular sheer fabric that surrounds it up and away. I move to my red silks and wrap the ends around my ankles, then twist my wrists through.
And I wait, listening.
The water slows, then stops. The glass door squeaks open. His footsteps pad on the floor. The suite is so quiet that I can hear his towel rubbing against his hair.
His clothes are all in here, so I know he’ll walk in naked. It will be easy to see his reaction to me.
I slowly exhale a nervous breath. I’m glad I’ve practiced this position, or my arms and legs would already be tired.
“So, Livia?” Blitz calls. “How dressy do you want to get for Milan’s?”
I don’t answer, so he comes into the bedroom.
He halts when he sees the lines of light, eyes looking for me. He’s about to hit the switch when his hand freezes.
He’s spotted me, all right.
There isn’t a lot of vertical space on a bed rail, even with a canopy like this one, to do a lot of fancy moves. But I have a few tricks. The first one is where I pull up on the silks and my legs spread into splits. Then, I take a quick dramatic flip down and back up.
“Holy shit,” he says. “When did you learn to do that?”
He starts to approach, then pauses, as I slowly shift into a different position, a front and back split with arms outstretched.
“That’s beautiful.” He steps closer. “You’re beautiful.”
I adjust my weight so that I face him again. I know the minute he sees the heart cutouts, because his body instantly reacts.
“Okay, that is just wow,” he says.
I pull myself high and untwist my legs from the silks. Once my feet are safely on the mattress, I free my hands. “So you liked it?” I ask.
He takes me into his arms, my belly at his face since he’s still standing on the floor while I’m up on the bed.
“Like it? This is like the hottest thing anyone has ever done.”
“I remembered the girl doing it at Jenica’s,” I say.
“You went back there? I thought it scared the crap out of you.”
“No, I learned from YouTube,” I say. “But if we maybe wanted to learn some moves together, I would go.”
He reaches around me to twist his hand through the fabric. “That could be fun. Can I get you to do it naked?”
My face heats up.
