Waltz This Way (v1.1) (29 page)

Then Drew’s hands were on her shoulders, pushing her away.

“Damn, Mel,” he gritted, dragging her back to meet his gaze. “That’s so hot. Your lips are like silk. I can’t take any more.”

Mel didn’t have the time to respond before he placed both of his hands on either side of her face and pulled her into a kiss that left no air in her lungs. In their tangle of limbs, he somehow managed to locate condoms in the nightstand drawer, and Drew slipped one on just before he slid back to the edge of the bed, picked her up, and impaled her on his cock.

The movement was so swift, so intoxicating, Mel bit back a scream before placing her mouth on his again to drive her tongue into it, clenching his hair in fistfuls of the silky strands.

Drew reciprocated by placing his hands on her waist, forcing her hips downward. The heat of his cock, the sinful stretch of her wet passage, the scent of desire made her heart crash and her head swirl.

But then Drew slowed his thrusts, easing the tension, whispering into her mouth, “Christ, woman. I can’t get enough of you. If we don’t slow down, I’ll come right now.”

Mel’s breath wheezed in and out of her lungs, raspy and heavy.

Drew’s erotic words made this crazy, white-hot need only deepen.

“I’m trying,” she said between clenched teeth.

Drew stilled her, holding her hips in place with hands of steel until she settled. His cock, so hard and pulsing, was a temptation she had to bite her lip not to indulge in. Instead, Mel took deep breaths, willing her body to calm.

He ran his hands along her back, massaging the muscles with a gentle caress, tracing the underside of her breasts, tweaking her rigid nipples until they stung with desperate need. He followed the outline of her body, lightly trailing her skin until she shivered from his now gentle touch.

She did the same, clenching his arms, learning each curve of his biceps, every sprinkling of hair on his forearms.

Drew slipped a finger between their bodies, spreading her aching lips and stroking her clit with his forefinger, making Mel lean back, bracing her hands on his thighs as he stoked the embers of the flame building in her belly.

His lips found her breasts, licking at her nipples, drawing them into his mouth.

Mel’s moan was harsh and her hips began to rock once more, undulating their need. Drew’s thrusts became more forceful when he splayed his hand between her breasts, driving his cock upward.

Perspiration dotted her forehead as she strained to take all of him, savoring every nerve-shattering inch of his shaft. That swell of sharp heat hit her again, beginning deep in the pit of her belly and careening toward out of control.

Drew hissed her name just before his head fell back on his shoulders and he grunted. Mel followed, whimpering at the sting of electric currents setting her veins on fire.

The coil of orgasm sprung loose, and Mel couldn’t hold back her scream of completion. She drove downward on Drew’s lap, crashing against him until she found what she sought. It ripped through her body with flashes of light and the sweet bliss of surrender.

When it passed, Mel sank against Drew’s thighs, only to have his strong arms scoop her up and fold her into them. As she settled against him, her breathing eased in time with Drew’s.

He cradled her to his chest once more before nudging her. “Hey, I’m old. I think my legs are cramping.”

Mel chuckled, slinging her leg over and off him. “Are you calling me fat?”

“I’d rather wear a dress,” he joked, taking a sip of her lips before leaving her to discard the condom.

Mel sank back to the bed, taking a moment to gather her thoughts after the most amazing sex ever. The myriad emotions running ram-pant in her body, as well as her heart, frightened her and comforted her in a fell swoop of confusion.

Drew tugged at her hand, pulling her up to him. “Wow, right?”

“It had a wow factor,” she admitted with a giggle.

“It had all kinds of factors,” he said against the top of her head.

Mel slipped her arms under his, loving the heat of his skin on hers. “It did, indeed.”

Drew began to sway to the music that drifted in from the living room. Norah Jones’s raspy “Come Away With Me” filtered to her ears, tender and gentle.

This moment, timeless, safe in the cocoon they’d created, left her in a state of awed wonder.

It was the exact moment Mel knew she’d fallen in love with Drew, and there was no going back.

A hard body molded to her back, and Mel sighed with deep contentment.

Drew wrapped his arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck.

“You’re awake.”

She felt the smile of his lips against her neck. “I had no choice with your hot, stinky breath on my neck,” she teased.

He cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers until he made her moan. “Not so, dancer. I’ve been up for two hours and I brushed my teeth.”

“And I see you’re all suited up,” she giggled, reaching behind her to find he’d already put a condom on.

“Always be prepared. It’s my motto.”

“Isn’t that the Boy Scouts’ motto?”

“I don’t care whose motto it is. I couldn’t stand to look at you naked anymore because I need to be inside you. Now, bend to my will, woman.”

Her eyes popped open, panic-stricken. “What time is it? Nate— is he due home?”

Drew splayed his hand over her abdomen, slipping a finger between her thighs. “Relax. He won’t be home for another two hours. Grandma makes chocolate chip pancakes on Saturday mornings. Nobody wants to go home.”

Mel breathed a sigh that shuddered on its way out as Drew stroked her clit. Her arm went around his neck and she arched into him with a sensuous stretch. “I want to go to Grandma’s if we’re talking chocolate chip pancakes.”

He pressed his hot cock against her ass. “And miss this?”

Mel let her eyes slide shut. Oh, this man and his decadent lips and work-rough hands. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him.

Her response was breathy. “It is pancakes. I’m not sure you can measure up,” she challenged.

Lifting her thigh to wrap it around his hip, he drove upward into her in a single, fluid motion, dragging a throaty groan from her lips.

“Are you questioning my prowess?” he teased, nibbling at her neck while his fingers dipped in and out of her swollen lips.

Mel pushed back at him, grinding her ass into him, wanting nothing more than to be as close as humanly possible without morphing into him. “I would never do such a thing,” she said on a giggle that turned into an “oh” of intense pleasure as Drew manipulated her body to his will.

“Good thing, because I don’t think pancakes can make you scream quite the way I do,” he said on a long groan as their bodies blended.

“You’ve never seen me eat a pancake,” she murmured, her lips pressed against his forearm to keep the scream of pleasure she wanted to yelp to a minimum.

Drew pumped upward, his shaft pulsing hot and hard in her. His lips pressed to her ear. “Christ, Mel. Every time I think I have a handle on being inside you, it’s all I can do not to come.”

Mel’s heart fluttered in her chest at his words. That a man like Drew admitted she had the power to undo him made her feel sexy and wanton. She raised both arms, draping them around the back of his neck and pulling him hard to her.

No more words were necessary when they picked up where they left off after a long night of lovemaking. Mel’s head thrashed against the pillow when Drew’s thrusts became harder.

Drew’s arms tightened around her in response and his harsh breaths quickened until they both reached satisfaction.

Mel flopped against him, sated, sore, and replete.

Drew brushed her hair out of her face and smiled down at her.

“You want coffee?”

She smiled back. “Does it taste like chocolate chip pancakes?”

“You know, we could always go to my Mom’s …”

Mel stretched. “In my slinky dress and heels? Is that considered appropriate attire for breakfast?”

“Point.”

“I just don’t want Nate to get the wrong impression. I know he’s very perceptive, but to see me in something like the outfit I had on last night is like throwing the fact that I spent the night in his face.”

She was coming to treasure her time with Nate— in class and out.

The last thing she wanted to do was upset him.

Drew’s smile lit up his face. “I like that you always think about Nate. Coffee it is. Throw on my shirt and meet me in the kitchen. We’ll talk about Nate if I can keep my hands off you for more than twenty seconds.” He planted a lingering kiss on her lips.

She watched as he got off the bed; his well-muscled body naked, rippling and firm in the sunlight streaming through the windows made her heart clench again. He threw on a pair of sweats and winked at her before leaving the bedroom.

Oh, God. She was in love. She knew it. It was a much different love than the one she’d experienced with Stan. The connection she shared with Drew had more depth to it— it entailed a give-and-take, and she was relieved to find, it was barren of any hero-worship.

Yes, Drew was compelling and sexy and smart, but she didn’t crave his approval in the way she had Stan’s. She enjoyed it, even reveled in his heated words, but it wasn’t the basis for their relationship, and she was finally seeing the difference between being involved with a man who was her equal and one who was her idol.

And it was hot and invigorating and a revelation all at the same time.

Top that with a possible job offer from Celebrity Ballroom, something she hadn’t had time to dwell on since Jackie had told her about it last night, and things were looking good.

Mel slid out of the bed, throwing on Drew’s shirt from last night, taking a deep sniff of the remnants of his cologne. She made her way to the kitchen, smiling to herself when she caught sight of the waterfall painting.

Drew held out a cup of steaming coffee in a chipped dark green mug.

She reached for it, but he pulled it back and grinned his heart-stopping grin. “Not before this,” he said, leaning down to give her a thorough kissing.

Mel sighed into his mouth, then snatched the coffee from his hand, almost dripping it on the floor. She set it on the counter and jumped up onto it to settle back against the cabinet.

“So, Nate,” he began, pushing his way between her legs to put his hands on her waist.

Mel’s smile was fond when she eyed him over the rim of her coffee cup. “He’s such a great kid and a superb dancer.”

Drew hauled her close to him, and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. “He is a great kid and, like you said, a perceptive one. I don’t want to have to be careful about how I feel about you, Mel.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Meaning?”

Drew’s hands cupped her face. “Meaning, I want him to know we’re involved.”

“Ohhhhh. Is that what we are?” she asked when his lips found hers again.

“Well, if last night wasn’t enough to convince you we’re involved, maybe you need more convincing?”

“I’m always down with more convincing, but let’s be serious. Because it’s Nate, and I would never want to jeopardize his feelings. He has enough to deal with …”

She almost hated to mention Sherry’s name. They hadn’t spoken of her since the night she’d argued in Sherry’s favor, and while she didn’t want to rock the boat, she certainly wouldn’t walk on eggshells about her either. Sherry was Nate’s mother— alcoholic or not—and the kind of struggle she brought would need to be addressed if her issues were ongoing like Drew had said.

“Sherry,” he finished.

Mel looked him straight in the eye. “Yes. Sherry. She’s his mother, and if we’re going to be involved, she’s a part of my life now, too. No matter how much on the outskirts of it she is.”

“Fair enough. So, in light of Sherry, and the problems she’s created for Nate, I want to be as honest as possible with him about us. I want to tell him we’re involved, and that he can expect to be spending time with you outside of school.”

“Without a doubt, I agree. So what are we calling this involved thing?”

“Do you want my high school ring to wear around your neck so that as far as the eye can see, everyone will know you’re my girlfriend?”

“Can you even find your high school ring?”

“No.”

She let her shoulders lift in a mock sigh. “Fine. No jewelry.”

“How about a verbal agreement?”

“That states?”

“You’re my woman. Which means no dates with men named Ron who have mothers named Florence.”

That he even remembered Ron’s name made her insides warm and gooey. “Ahhhh, you were jealous.”

“I was nothing of the sort. I was mortified you had such bad judgment.”

“What can I say? We exchanged e-mails and pictures. You can just never tell.”

“Well, you don’t have to tell anything anymore. Now that I’m your boyfriend and all, and you know what that means, don’t you?” Curving his hands under her ass, he rubbed his rigid shaft against the cleft between her thighs.

“Does it mean I have to cook? Because no can do, pal. I only cook on special occasions.”

He took her cup of coffee from her, planting it on the counter and nibbled on her neck. “This isn’t a special occasion? I just asked you to be my girlfriend.”

Instantly, Mel’s hands went to his hair, clenching the soft strands with a soft moan. “Not special enough to make me want to cook.”

“Well, let’s see if I can change your mind,” he cajoled, driving his hands under her borrowed shirt to cup her breasts.

Mel decided, given his skills of coercion, he probably could.

“Thanks for the ride home, boyfriend,” she giggled the words— giddy and girlish.