Dance?

~Cali~

Such pretty brown eyes staring at me. I never thought I’d seen such a shade of brown. Honey gold flakes highlighted by brown strands that made his eyes look like gems under those long lashes. His lips were so full and red as if someone had sucked the life out of him. His nose is whittle to perfection and the day old stubble on his sharp jaws didn’t take away any ounce of his appeal.

His hair is a mesh gold, almost brown locks, a few strands fell on his face in a sexy way…

I need to stop with the adjectives for a bit.

“Thank you,” I politely accepted the drink from the glaring bartender. Since I saw her make the drink in front of me, I am willing to accept this drink from this gorgeous stranger.

“Got a name?” Since the band played upbeat music, he leaned closer, so close I could feel him all over my body. The fragrance of green apples and his minty aftershave send the knots on my belly to tighten.

Kissing the glass lip of my freshly made martini, I responded without breaking eyes with him. “Yes,” I mumbled in an equally loud voice, just enough for him to hear me.

He chuckled at my response. The sound of his laugh was so deep and carefree. The intensity in his eyes never falters. “Want to dance?”

“No,” I swallowed hard, shaking my head, staring in horror at his offered hand. Just the thought of having his arms around me is enough to slicken my thong.

“Please?” he now stands, hands still offered for my taking. Does this stranger expect me to let him hold my body freely?

Well, I did say I want to find someone tonight, and this guy doesn’t seem like he has chlamydia.

“Fine,” I jumped out of my seat and allowed him to take my hand after I finished the content of my glass. “Let’s dance.” I mumbled, wondering if I was convincing him or myself.

The beautiful stranger stood a good six foot three and I’m able to reach just under his ear with the help of my three-inch stilettos – or at least I hope so.

Why do gorgeous people have to be so tall?

Magically, the upbeat song ended the moment we reached the dance floor. The band played another Spanish song that now speaks of everything the girl would give for that someone.

All are in pairs. Some who can’t find their pair moved aside from the dance floor. The sultry voice of the elderly lady singing Shakira’s song captured my attention, completely forgetting the man who was still holding my hands.

The stranger tugged me back to him as I strode further into the dancefloor, making me bump into the hard pecks of his chest. My free hand landed flat on his well-defined torso. In the spangled colorful laser lights, his eyes pulled me deeper in their warm pools.

Smirking down at me, I tried moving my hands away from his chest only for him to grab it, ushering both around his neck. The action made our bodies bump closer to each other. I had to stop myself from gasping when I felt his arms circle my waist. Since I was wearing a crop top, his hands didn’t have any problem grazing my skin.

I felt shivers run down my spine and I urged myself not to look into his eyes. Focusing on the buttons of his open flannel shirt, revealing a white shirt underneath.

This stranger didn’t have to do much in order for him to stand out in the crowd. As he guided me to the slow wave of the song, I looked away from his chest to hide my smile.

Each movement of his feet, mine followed. His hands resting flat around my waist are still the sole focus of my sensory neurons. They are obviously rough. His thumb was gently gliding along my spine in circles. That had me wondering how they would feel in other parts of my body. All over my body.

I love the way his thumb draws a fiery pattern on my lower back, unknowingly, I was doing the same. My fingers were playing with the ends of his locks, the tips that are touching his nape. His hair is silk between the gaps of my fingers. My mind kept drifting to things I would want my hands to do with his skin, his hair, his body.

I could only focus on his touch and the way I touch him. I didn’t even notice that the song had ended already, not until his hands gripped each curve of my hips. He spun me around, almost had me stumbling in the process, making my eyes flutter open.

The dots of laser lights are back on their upbeat tap. And so was the crowd. We were moving against the rave, slow dancing in the sea of partying people.

I wanted to be mad at his roughness. I allowed no one to lead me the way he does, but I felt it then, his body against my back. He was hard in every part, from his chest to his legs that’s behind mine and to the center of his gravity.

His palms that now laid flat on my belly had sucked out the air from my lungs. One inched a little higher than the other, keeping in place. It felt so hot in here. My skin was scorching where he touched me. He seemed to ignite thousands of lighters inside me, flaming wildfire spreading so fast. Uncontrollable.

No words said between us. I couldn’t utter any even if I wanted to because right then, he rested his chin on my bare shoulders. We swayed continuously. He was guiding me, grinding on me. I can’t understand what the woman on the stage was singing anymore. His hands now rest dangerously sweet on the top of my waistband, the other just inches away from the underside of my strapless bra.

Instinctively, I placed my palms on top of his, preventing them from wandering any further higher or lower.

“What’s your name?” He whispered so only I could hear him. Those luscious lips of his are so close to my ears, his breath was creating friction in my skin even if they are millimeters away from touching me.

“It’s not important,” I angle my face to the side, we are almost facing each other.

That’s a bold move for me. A very brave act since I knew it would only take a little movement before our lips would collide.

This stranger is dangerous, and I shouldn’t allow myself to get tangled with him.

His eyes are the most beautiful part of his face, of his appeal. They were staring at my green ones, dilated… delighted. “Tell me.” He urged, his lips parting just enough to let those words out so softly. My eyes kept staring at his lips, my thoughts kept wondering how it would feel to kiss him.

I shake my head, giving him a lopsided smile. He seemed keen on getting what he wanted. The fierce determination in his honey brown eyes was so alluring that made me say, “I need to go to the lady’s room.”

The stranger shook his head while chuckling. He removed his hands around me; I felt a devastating cold without them.

I thought he would walk away; I thought he would turn and leave, but what he did next made me shuddered. Still with my back on him, his hands gripped my shoulders, enough to keep me in place.

“Let’s get out of here,” I jumped forward when he flicked his tongue on my earlobes. “I’ll convince you to tell me your name, Princess.”

Feeling brave, I turn around, gazing up at him. His beautiful eyes, now dark like chocolates. “I seriously doubt you can convince me.”

With my palms lying flat on his chest, I pushed him a little. My actions seemed to surprise him since he loosened his hold and I was able to saunter away from him.

In the dimmed light of the club, in the humidity caused by the sweaty bodies on the dance floor, I can feel his intense gaze on me as I walk away. My hands were shaking, my knees felt boneless. That stranger is so intense, I can still feel his touch on me while I eased my bladder.

I need to get laid.

Tonight is a good night. Three years of having none but myself to get that release turned me into a crazy fool.

What am I even waiting for?

He is clearly so into me, at least tonight. And this is what I came here for. To let loose and forget who I am. For one freaking month.

After washing my hands, I stared at myself in the mirror. My cheeks don’t need another layer of tint in them, so did my lips. The effect of that stranger in my body is powerful enough to keep my skin flushed.

My hands were still shaking.

What if he realizes I am a second hand virgin? What if Edward left me because I was such a lame lay? What if it’s really me that is the problem?

The muffled sound of the music created by the band slipped inside the bathroom when the door was pushed open. Breaking my train of uncertain thoughts.

Two girls, clearly wasted, almost stumbled inside before one kicked the door closed. They didn’t even give me a second glance and started kissing each other. Their hand fumbled on removing their bottoms. Before they could give me a private live porno, I excused myself and slipped out of the bathroom.

I am not drunk, two glasses of martinis will not blur my sight, but I shrieked like a mouse caught in a trap. Hands hauled me forward, spinning me, making me dizzy before I felt crazy soft and wonderful lips against my own.

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