than just
vertical dancing.
I knocked on her door and held the
slim crystal vase filled with pink carnations in front of me. She
opened the door and it was as if she'd punched me right in the gut.
I was finding it hard to breathe as my eyes slid down her body. Her
breasts glittered like raindrops in the sun, I wanted to grab them
but at the same time I wanted to protect them. Her hair was up
exposing her neck, making my damn mouth water. The slit on the left
side of her gown was begging me to rip it and make it longer so I
could spread her legs and plunge into her.
She smiled at me, her face flawless
and enhanced only slightly with makeup. Her lips were shining like
her dress and looked so juicy. I cleared my throat to get myself
out of the daze and held out the vase. "Stunning." I said softly as
she took it, sniffed the flowers briefly and then set them on her
nightstand which afforded me an awesome look at her ass. I looked
away to try to get the image out of my mind but it was burned there
and my pants were getting crowded with my quickly filling
erection.
"They are!" I looked back to her to
see her looking me over, my chest puffed just a bit, proud of how
dapper I looked. "Oh...and so are you." She flashed me a smile as
sweet as apple pie.
I returned her smile with one of my
own and held out my arm. "Ready?" She slipped her hand into the
crook of my elbow after grabbing her little silver purse that
matched her little silver shoes.
"Who did you take to frat formal
last year?" I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into
my side as we walked, it wasn't far but it was getting chilly and
she didn't bring anything to cover herself with.
"Justice." I snuck a glance at her.
She didn't seem upset by my answer.
"Did she stay with you the whole
night?" She looked up at me, her face so damn beautiful and
innocent. I laughed at her question because it took me by
surprise.
"Not even most of the
night."
"Did you mind?" She was still
watching me.
I shrugged a little. "Not really.
It's how she is. She likes to change partners a lot."
"Like you."
"Like me." I didn't hesitate. I did
like to change partners and once Claire was out of my system I'd
move on the next girl. And I would do whatever it took to keep her
interested until I figured it out so long as it kept her safe. "It
worked out at the time but things are different this
time."
She raised an eyebrow, it was so
adorable. "Different? Different how?"
I smiled at her as we walked up the
steps of the frat, the music already loud. I leaned down, making
sure my lips grazed her ear at least once. "I'm starting to see the
appeal in romance and mushy stuff." I felt her shiver at my side
and loosened my grip just a little as the formal, already in
session, washed over us.
It was a winter wonderland theme
with glittering disco balls, iced beaded strings, and plush white
carpet underfoot. I didn't wait more than a few seconds before I
slid my hand down her arm and clasped hands with her. I pulled her
towards the dance floor and spun her around. I'd been brushing up
on some moves and I was ready to use them. She looked surprised as
I spun her back into my body and wrapped my other arm around her,
my chin on her neck as we swayed to the beat. Then I spun her back
out, pulled her in and dipped her back. When I pulled her back up
she was laughing.
She pulled me close as the next
song started and yelled in my ear to be heard above the music. "I
didn't take you for a dancer!"
"I will continue to surprise you."
I pulled her in close, settling into the slow steps as Michael
Buble' filled the large room, and looked down into her stunning
sapphire eyes. She smiled at me and stepped in closer, pressing her
chest against mine, her chin resting on my shoulder as we swayed. I
pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and continued to dance with her
until Michael's voice disappeared.
She pulled back and grabbed my hand
leading us to the refreshments. "I'm
vertical dancing.
I knocked on her door and held the
slim crystal vase filled with pink carnations in front of me. She
opened the door and it was as if she'd punched me right in the gut.
I was finding it hard to breathe as my eyes slid down her body. Her
breasts glittered like raindrops in the sun, I wanted to grab them
but at the same time I wanted to protect them. Her hair was up
exposing her neck, making my damn mouth water. The slit on the left
side of her gown was begging me to rip it and make it longer so I
could spread her legs and plunge into her.
She smiled at me, her face flawless
and enhanced only slightly with makeup. Her lips were shining like
her dress and looked so juicy. I cleared my throat to get myself
out of the daze and held out the vase. "Stunning." I said softly as
she took it, sniffed the flowers briefly and then set them on her
nightstand which afforded me an awesome look at her ass. I looked
away to try to get the image out of my mind but it was burned there
and my pants were getting crowded with my quickly filling
erection.
"They are!" I looked back to her to
see her looking me over, my chest puffed just a bit, proud of how
dapper I looked. "Oh...and so are you." She flashed me a smile as
sweet as apple pie.
I returned her smile with one of my
own and held out my arm. "Ready?" She slipped her hand into the
crook of my elbow after grabbing her little silver purse that
matched her little silver shoes.
"Who did you take to frat formal
last year?" I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into
my side as we walked, it wasn't far but it was getting chilly and
she didn't bring anything to cover herself with.
"Justice." I snuck a glance at her.
She didn't seem upset by my answer.
"Did she stay with you the whole
night?" She looked up at me, her face so damn beautiful and
innocent. I laughed at her question because it took me by
surprise.
"Not even most of the
night."
"Did you mind?" She was still
watching me.
I shrugged a little. "Not really.
It's how she is. She likes to change partners a lot."
"Like you."
"Like me." I didn't hesitate. I did
like to change partners and once Claire was out of my system I'd
move on the next girl. And I would do whatever it took to keep her
interested until I figured it out so long as it kept her safe. "It
worked out at the time but things are different this
time."
She raised an eyebrow, it was so
adorable. "Different? Different how?"
I smiled at her as we walked up the
steps of the frat, the music already loud. I leaned down, making
sure my lips grazed her ear at least once. "I'm starting to see the
appeal in romance and mushy stuff." I felt her shiver at my side
and loosened my grip just a little as the formal, already in
session, washed over us.
It was a winter wonderland theme
with glittering disco balls, iced beaded strings, and plush white
carpet underfoot. I didn't wait more than a few seconds before I
slid my hand down her arm and clasped hands with her. I pulled her
towards the dance floor and spun her around. I'd been brushing up
on some moves and I was ready to use them. She looked surprised as
I spun her back into my body and wrapped my other arm around her,
my chin on her neck as we swayed to the beat. Then I spun her back
out, pulled her in and dipped her back. When I pulled her back up
she was laughing.
She pulled me close as the next
song started and yelled in my ear to be heard above the music. "I
didn't take you for a dancer!"
"I will continue to surprise you."
I pulled her in close, settling into the slow steps as Michael
Buble' filled the large room, and looked down into her stunning
sapphire eyes. She smiled at me and stepped in closer, pressing her
chest against mine, her chin resting on my shoulder as we swayed. I
pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and continued to dance with her
until Michael's voice disappeared.
She pulled back and grabbed my hand
leading us to the refreshments. "I'm
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