Page 24 of Bourbon Bliss
We were moving in time with the slow but steady rhythm. “I can feel the music.”
“Good. Now tell me what else you feel.”
Keeping my eyes closed, I focused on the physical sensations I was experiencing. “I feel your hand on my back.”
He caressed my back in a slow circle. “What else?”
“You’re holding my hand and it’s warm.”
“Mm hmm.”
Tension melted from my shoulders and I nuzzled my forehead against his scratchy jaw. It was pleasantly rough. “I feel your cheek touching my skin.”
He slid his jaw against my temple, down my cheek to my ear. “You like that?”
“It is very nice.”
“You seem surprised.”
“A little.”
I felt him smile. It brought to mind the way his cheeks puckered with those dimples.
“Do you want to know what I feel?”
“Yes.”
His grip on me tightened slightly, his strong arm holding me against him. His thumb traced a little line over the back of the hand he held, and he kept his cheek against my temple.
“I feel your body against mine. It’s warm and soft in all the right places. I feel the curve of your lower back and the promise of your hips beneath my hand.”
I took in a quick breath, my heart beating fast, as he moved his hand down my backside. His palm slid up my hip and returned to its place on the small of my back.
“Do you want to know what else?”
I nodded. I really wanted to know.
He turned his face into my hair and took a deep breath. “You smell fresh and clean, like a meadow on a spring day. I feel your soft skin against my face. Holding you like this makes me wonder what it would feel like if more of our skin was touching.”
My breath was shallow and heat pooled between my legs. I didn’t dare open my eyes. It was as if he had me under a spell. A spell I didn’t want to break.
“Should I keep going?”
“Yes.”
His voice was gravelly and low, deep and full of suggestion. His warm breath made my skin prickle with goosebumps.
“I feel your chest pressing against me and I wonder if your nipples are hard. What they’d feel like against my tongue. Should I tell you more?”
I nodded. I didn’t want him to stop.
He held me tighter and there was something there. Something hard, and thick, and very, very noticeable. Had I been in my right state of mind, I might have commented on the fact that his erection was pressing against me. But I was not in my right state of mind. I was floating on a pillowy cloud of arousal, mesmerized by his hands on me and his deep voice in my ear. Heedless of our surroundings.
“You smell so good, it makes me think about what you taste like. Your lips and your skin. I feel your body relaxing against mine. This is why I like dancing, June. Because I can hold you like this. I can think about how good you feel and all the dirty things I’d do to you if I had the chance. I can touch you and smell you and if I’m lucky, someday maybe kiss you. Taste you. But to everyone watching, we’re just dancing.”
“I think I understand dancing,” I said, practically breathless.
He smiled against me again. I still hadn’t opened my eyes. There was too much to feel. I didn’t want the distraction of visual stimulation to get in the way of all this tactile sensation.
