Page 87 of Comeback
Archer walks over to me.
“What made you want to open a dance studio anyway?” he asks, circling my waist and pulling me away from the barre so he can slide his hands down to my ass.
“My mom was a dancer. She even did some shows on Broadway before they adopted me. Then she got a part-time job at a little studio so she could be home with me. She took me with her while she taught pretty often. I loved being there with her. When I was a kid, I couldn’t think of anything better than owning a studio where I could dance any time I wanted.” I laugh lightly. “I still can’t.”
“That’s cool.”
“The wild thing is I probably wouldn’t have done it if my mom hadn’t gotten sick.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. It’s a lot of work and scary. The space is almost done now, but I could still fail. The kids could hate me, or I could not make enough money to pay the rent. There are so many unknowns still and I’ve never been big on taking chances like that.”
“You won’t fail. You’re braver than you give yourself credit.”
“Maybe, but if things hadn’t happened like they did, I probably would have kept working at Lilac Lounge and applied at other studios to teach instead of opening my own right away. That would have been safer.”
He moves his hands up to frame my face. I love his hazel eyes, the way they spark with different colors depending on hismood. Right now, they’re almost green. “You are an incredible woman, Sabrina. This studio is going to be a success because of you. It doesn’t matter how you got here. You still did it. You should be proud of that. I know your parents will be. And your brother. You won’t even need an advertising budget with Brogan. He’ll be telling anyone and everyone that will listen.”
“And you?”
His hands drop to my shoulders. “I might sign up just so I can come watch you dance.”
“You want to watch me dance?” I ask because I’m not sure any guy I’ve dated has ever said that. I mean, sure, sometimes they’ve seen me dance sort of incidentally out at clubs or parties together, but that isn’t really the same thing.
“Definitely.”
“Maybe we could dance together.” I let my finger glide over his chest as I move, circling around behind him.
He stays still, but I feel his body tense as I slip my hands under his T-shirt. His skin is warm and his muscles contract as I let my palms roam.
Archer turns slowly to face me. I take a step back and slowly start to move to the beat of the music playing over the speakers. He tracks every movement I make. It’s exhilarating. My hair is messy, and my clothes are splattered with paint, but he looks at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
My fingers curl around the hem of my long T-shirt and I pull it up, inch by inch, then let it fall.
He finally reaches for me, fisting my shirt and tugging me to him. His mouth crashes down over mine and he kisses me hungrily. It’s short but leaves me breathless and my heart racing.
I step back and dance a few steps of a routine I choreographed ages ago. I’ve always loved to dance, but my skin tingles with anticipation as he watches me. For weeks I’veimagined what it would be like to do this in my very own finished studio, but this is better than anything I fantasied about.
I don’t dance for very long before the need to touch him and feel his hands on me is too strong to resist. I move back to him. His kiss this time is slower, unhurried, but just as rough. I press into his body, loving the way I can feel just how turned on he is by me.
My hands slide back under his shirt. I’m obsessed with his chest and stomach. If I’d been asked what body type I was into before, I would have shrugged the question off, but that’s because I didn’t know this existed. If I weren’t running my fingers over the ridges of muscles in his stomach, I’d think they were airbrushed on. They’re too perfect. Hard-earned, sculpted, and so sexy.
Archer’s hands move to my neck, reminding me how much he likes it when he can feel the vibration of my noises. I want to know what else he likes.
My fingers move to the front of his jeans. He lets out a gruff noise at the contact that makes my lips curve into a smile. I unbutton him and pull the zipper down so I can slide my hand around him.
He nips my bottom lip in response, urging me on. I work his jeans and boxer briefs down, so I can get to more of him. When his cock springs free, my pulse rockets. He’s thick and hard. He makes the sexiest noises as I explore him, stroking his hot, velvety length.
The way he kisses and feels makes my core throb. With one hand, I push him back against the barre and drop to my knees in front of him.
“Oh fuck,” he says as I look up at him and bring my lips to the crown of his cock. I lick and tease the tip before slowly taking him farther into my mouth. His hands stay on the sides of my neck. His thumb strokes along my pulse point.
“That feels so good. Oh fuck. I love it when you dance for me.”
I laugh lightly around him, then hollow out my cheeks, sucking as I glide up. I pop off him and he glides his thumb over my lips.
“You take me so good.”
