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emotions like anger or depression.
One of the bass guitar players on stage struck a cord, and the music started. I looked at Michael. He was ready to dance as well it seemed. His long lanky body with broad shoulders and long arms made a good dancing partner, which countered my obvious height disability. He was far from an expert dancer, but he was not embarrassing as some men I’d danced with could be. Some guys just ground their hips against my ass, jumped or rocked in place, or the funniest jerked their necks back and forth and flapped their arms. So comical sometimes I could barely dance. I usually walked away.
The feelings were still strong as hell and were manipulating. I was quickly feeling nervous myself, but with all the good vibes I was getting around me, I thought what the hell, maybe dancing would take my mind off of it and calm me. I definitely needed to strengthen my shields though. Practice time Sunday.
We made our way carefully down to the dance floor, with me clunking along in my sexy thigh-high boots, and luckily found a place near the front, next to the stage. It was early, so the club wouldn't be packed until later. Sexual tension was the major feeling among the dancers. Fine with me as long as it didn’t break through and have me humping someone; I thought to myself. Hee hee, I imagined a dog getting it on, trying to hump someone’s leg. Actually, that was kind of gross.
I was moving to the music and finding my rhythm when I looked up to check out the lead vocal, and my gut hit the floor. Not only was he gorgeous as they came, I felt like someone punched me in the stomach when he turned those shocking eyes on me. I melted like butter and felt my defenses fly away at the same time, which sounds impossible, but hey, I couldn't explain it any better. Picking my jaw up from the floor, figuratively, I seriously checked him out. I was good looking, but I was so far out of this hunk’s league it truly wasn’t funny. I felt like I’d just suddenly combusted into flames. Breathe girl, just breathe. Oh and keep dancing, I told myself.
His eyes were intense, glowing, and knocked the breath from me. The color was nearly unidentifiable, a true icy mix of colors. Chills ran up and down my body as they raked me over. Almost neon hues of color filled his piercing eyes and seemed to capture me in the moment as if time stood still. I was close enough even in the dark to notice this, but with the way those eyes made me feel I might’ve been able to see them from space. For a second, I was able to pull my gaze away from his beautiful eyes and noticed that his band seemed nervous. However, before I could even process this my gaze was locked back on him again. All of this took place in less than three seconds.
I glanced around the dance floor to see if anyone else was having the same effects as me. Everyone looked relaxed and mellow. No one that I could tell was looking nervous or angry.
Looking back on stage I saw he was staring at me, and then he skipped a beat. The band noticed but kept playing. His eyes couldn't be mortal. They seared me to the spot. They were shades of black, silver and ice blue all at the same time. Brooding eyes, melodramatic, and sensual all rolled up in one. I felt like a wolf thrown into heat by her alpha. I’d been as curious as any person about the opposite sex, but never quite ready to find out. I’d without any questions have trouble denying this man if he so much as hinted he wanted me sexually. My clothes would vanish, and I’d be a slave. A very willing sex slave. I giggled at that. Lots of nasty thoughts crept through my head at that point. I really needed to read books other than the romantic and sexual kind.
My body throbbed to the music, my poor heart pounding a rhythm of its own.
Aries’ eyes never left me as I danced, and I danced as if he and I were alone here, like I was doing it just for him. In a way, I was. I wanted to be noticed, to stand out, so when we met he
One of the bass guitar players on stage struck a cord, and the music started. I looked at Michael. He was ready to dance as well it seemed. His long lanky body with broad shoulders and long arms made a good dancing partner, which countered my obvious height disability. He was far from an expert dancer, but he was not embarrassing as some men I’d danced with could be. Some guys just ground their hips against my ass, jumped or rocked in place, or the funniest jerked their necks back and forth and flapped their arms. So comical sometimes I could barely dance. I usually walked away.
The feelings were still strong as hell and were manipulating. I was quickly feeling nervous myself, but with all the good vibes I was getting around me, I thought what the hell, maybe dancing would take my mind off of it and calm me. I definitely needed to strengthen my shields though. Practice time Sunday.
We made our way carefully down to the dance floor, with me clunking along in my sexy thigh-high boots, and luckily found a place near the front, next to the stage. It was early, so the club wouldn't be packed until later. Sexual tension was the major feeling among the dancers. Fine with me as long as it didn’t break through and have me humping someone; I thought to myself. Hee hee, I imagined a dog getting it on, trying to hump someone’s leg. Actually, that was kind of gross.
I was moving to the music and finding my rhythm when I looked up to check out the lead vocal, and my gut hit the floor. Not only was he gorgeous as they came, I felt like someone punched me in the stomach when he turned those shocking eyes on me. I melted like butter and felt my defenses fly away at the same time, which sounds impossible, but hey, I couldn't explain it any better. Picking my jaw up from the floor, figuratively, I seriously checked him out. I was good looking, but I was so far out of this hunk’s league it truly wasn’t funny. I felt like I’d just suddenly combusted into flames. Breathe girl, just breathe. Oh and keep dancing, I told myself.
His eyes were intense, glowing, and knocked the breath from me. The color was nearly unidentifiable, a true icy mix of colors. Chills ran up and down my body as they raked me over. Almost neon hues of color filled his piercing eyes and seemed to capture me in the moment as if time stood still. I was close enough even in the dark to notice this, but with the way those eyes made me feel I might’ve been able to see them from space. For a second, I was able to pull my gaze away from his beautiful eyes and noticed that his band seemed nervous. However, before I could even process this my gaze was locked back on him again. All of this took place in less than three seconds.
I glanced around the dance floor to see if anyone else was having the same effects as me. Everyone looked relaxed and mellow. No one that I could tell was looking nervous or angry.
Looking back on stage I saw he was staring at me, and then he skipped a beat. The band noticed but kept playing. His eyes couldn't be mortal. They seared me to the spot. They were shades of black, silver and ice blue all at the same time. Brooding eyes, melodramatic, and sensual all rolled up in one. I felt like a wolf thrown into heat by her alpha. I’d been as curious as any person about the opposite sex, but never quite ready to find out. I’d without any questions have trouble denying this man if he so much as hinted he wanted me sexually. My clothes would vanish, and I’d be a slave. A very willing sex slave. I giggled at that. Lots of nasty thoughts crept through my head at that point. I really needed to read books other than the romantic and sexual kind.
My body throbbed to the music, my poor heart pounding a rhythm of its own.
Aries’ eyes never left me as I danced, and I danced as if he and I were alone here, like I was doing it just for him. In a way, I was. I wanted to be noticed, to stand out, so when we met he
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