Chapter 14
He hadn't known it was possible to miss someone as much as he'd missed her. Despite the fact, that Dylan had called Julie every night that he'd been out of town, and talked to her until one or both of them had fallen asleep, it wasn't the same as being there with her seeing her face, touching her skin, feeling her kiss.
As soon as his plane landed, he made his way to a taxi and gave him the address to the studio. He looked at his watch as the driver sped down the freeway. By the time he got there, the last classes for the day should have already been done.
When they pulled up to the studio, he quickly paid the driver and hopped out of the taxi. He was slightly disappointed to see Dottie locking up the place. She turned and grinned when she saw Dylan.
"Welcome back,
querido
! We sure did miss you around here. One person in particular," she said, winking at him.
"I was hoping to catch her before she left for the day."
"Oh, she's still here. She's in there in one of the back rooms dancing." Dottie turned and unlocked the door for him. "Go on in and lock the door behind you. I'd love to stay, but
'Lita
has plans, so I've got to run. It's bingo night!"
Dylan walked in and turned to lock the door behind him. He waved at Dottie, then followed the sound of the music.
He dropped his bag, frozen at the door when he saw her dancing. The song playing was a sexy R&B slow jam and the way she was moving had him growing hard instantly.
He watched her, in her shorts that were almost scandalously short and her sports bra, showing off her midriff. She swayed one way slowly, then swayed the other way, before winding her hips in a motion so erotic looking, his mind was taken back to the night they made love.
She continued rolling her body to the beat, then she grabbed the ballet barre, kicked one long leg up and did a back bend. She spun out of the move and slid to the ground into a split. She used the barre to pull herself back onto her feet and for the first time since he'd walked in, she opened her eyes.
They stared at each other for several heated moments before she said, "You're back."
"I'm back."
He made his way over to her in a few large strides and before she could say anything else, he pulled her against her body and crushed his mouth over hers.
Her body melted against his and he heard a little moan escape her lips.
"I hated not seeing you over the last few days," he said into her ear.
"So did I."
He continued to ravish her mouth and his hand went down her body and he slipped it into her shorts. She gasped when he pressed two fingers inside of her and began to stroke her.
"How about we finish this back at my place?" he suggested, nipping at her ear.
"I like the sound of that."
They made it back to Dylan's place in what felt like record timing.
As soon as the door slammed shut, they were in each other's arms again. Julie pushed Dylan away and reached for the buckle of his belt. She boldly yanked it open and undid his pants, as he loosened the tie around his neck. He reached in his back pocket and pulled a condom out of his wallet. After he covered himself, he went for her shorts, pulled them down and then lifted her up and pressed her against the front door as he slammed into her with a powerful thrust.
He loved the feeling of her walls clamping around his erection, milking him over and over again. He heard her as she cried out his name and knew she was on the verge of climaxing already. And he was right there with her. He held onto her tighter as they went over the edge together. He turned so his back was against the wall and eased them down to the floor, with her straddling his lap. He peppered small kisses up and down her neck as their breathing returned to normal.
Eventually they made their way to the bedroom for another round of lovemaking. Now they were lying in bed, with Dylan watching Julie as he absently stroked her back. She nearly purred beneath his touch as she stretched, then rolled to her side to face him.
"I hung out with your sister the other day."
"Oh no," he groaned. "She didn't grill you or tell embarrassing stories from our childhood did she?"
"Only a little bit," Julie teased as she reached out and began drawing little circles on his chest. "Nothing incriminating I assure you. How was your trip back to Tallahassee?"
"We got everything worked out," he said.
"That's good."
"Yeah," he said, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of her touch.
"Why did you decide to move back here?"
"To be honest, I always planned on moving back. But I got a great job after college, and then I started my own business. Time just kind of slipped away. I finally decided to stop putting it off."
"So you didn't leave a trail of broken hearts back there did you?"
"Fortunately no."
"How is that possible?"
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. "What do you mean?"
Julie propped herself up on her elbow to look him in the face. "It's just that, you're still young, and successful. You're also very good looking. How is it that you're not taken?"
He blew out a breath and sat up, leaning against the headboard.
"I was in a serious relationship...once."
"What happened?"
He was quiet for awhile, trying to find the right way to explain what had happened.
"I don't mean to pry, and if you don't feel comfortable sharin
g–
"
"No, it's fine. We dated in college," he started. "We were together for a few years and we thought one day we would get married. But one day we both seemed to wake up and realize we weren't really in love. We were just going through the motions. We cared about each other yes, but there was no real passion there. No real spark."
Nothing like the passion and spark he felt with Julie.
"Neither one of us thought it was fair to keep going on in the relationship, so we ended things."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"Too bad all relationships can't end that easily."
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
She sighed before saying, "There's not much to talk about. We were together for a decade, first as dance partners then as lovers. After I injured myself during our last competition, he told me that he wanted to end things, said he wasn't passionate about dancing anymore and that he needed some space. I haven't seen or spoken to him since."
"I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"So am I. I was really broken after that. Dance and Camden, they were my life for so long. I didn't think I would ever be able to do one without the other again. But I've realized that life goes on, and things seem to be much better than I ever could have imagined."
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his body. He was glad she was finding happiness again in her life, and he hoped that he had been able to contribute to at least a portion of that happiness.
Deciding to change the subject, Dylan asked, "What are you doing next weekend?"
"Hmm, I believe I'm going to a wedding. But no one has asked me to be their date and it's going to suck being one of those desperate looking single girls."
He threw his head back and laughed at her witty remark.
"Well, we can't have that can we?"
"No we can't."
"I would love if you escort me to the wedding."
"It would be my pleasure."
"I won't be able to see you much until after the wedding though since I'm give Di away."
"As long as you save a dance for me."
"You've got nothing to worry about there. Also, I have a favor I need to ask you. Something I need your help with."
"What is it?"
He'd been meaning to ask her for awhile, but he'd been back and forth on whether he should actually do it.
"You and Miss Dottie have been teaching Di and James a waltz for their first dance."
"Yeah."
"I was wondering if you could help me come up with a first dance to do with my sister. Since our father isn't going to be there to give her away, I wanted to do something special for her to honor him. My mother is helping put together a slide show of pics of Diana and my dad, and we are going to play it during the time of what would have been the father/daughter dance at the reception as a tribute."
"That's a beautiful idea."
When he heard the catch in her voice, he looked down and noticed her eyes filled with tears.
"You are an amazing man, Dylan."
"And you are a great woman."
"I would be honored to help."
"Thank you," he whispered, before leaning down to kiss her lips again.
Chapter 15