Page Six: Chapter 6
By Soxy
For a moment she was lost. She could barely breathe, and it
had nothing to do with the temperature of the club or the amount of
sweating
bodies around her. No, it had everything to do with the man whose hands
were
caressing her bare stomach, whose body was plastered to her back, whose
breath
was on her neck.
One hand was carelessly holding his head closer to her, his
hair like silk on her fingers. She had to bite her lip from moaning as
their
bodies moved to the beat and his hips slid against hers. Was it
possible to be
so turned on from just dancing?
He had never seen or felt anything more erotic in his life,
than her dancing. Nothing had felt as thoroughly delicious as her body
rubbing
against his and her hands in his hair. He kept his hair long because he
knew he
loved the feeling of a woman running her fingers through it. Yet,
nothing
compared to her fingers tangling in it as she felt exactly how he felt:
turned
on beyond his wildest dreams.
He hadn’t meant to, but his lips found their way to her
neck. It took all his self control not to just slip his tongue from his
lips
and get a taste. He was lost in her, it was that simple. The music had
long ago
claimed them to a sensual dance that was hotter than any foreplay he
had ever
had. He had no control of his hands and they ran over her body with a
possessive nature. He’d seen all the blokes at the bar staring at her.
Knew, he
was one lucky bastard for having her in his arms. But, arrogant to know
no one
else would make her as hot as she was at that moment. His fingers slid
themselves just under her skirt and he felt her lean closer to him.
Paradise indeed.
~*~*~
“Do you think they realize they are ….” Elijah started to
say as he watched the couple from the balcony.
“Having sex with their clothes on?” Dom finished for Elijah
with an evil grin. “Yeah, I would think so. I just wonder how they are
gonna
feel tomorrow morning when they realize just how much ‘fun’ they had.”
“You mean when they both remember he has a girlfriend?”
Billy commented walking up to lean next to Dom and look over at his two
friends. “Normally I wouldn’t care, but she’s a good sort.”
“Nah, I know where you’re going with this, Bill, but I
really think it’s something more.” Elijah commented before pushing
away.
“Anyone else realize we are pathetically looking at them when there are
some
hot girls over there—who want us?”
Dom nodded. “Right. Dumb of us, huh?”
Billy kept his eyes on the couple down on the dance floor a
few moments later. Maybe Elijah was right, maybe there was something
more. He’d
been a fan of Kate. She was a sweet girl and she definitely didn’t
deserve to
have her heart broken. He’d been happy for Orli when he saw how in love
Kate
and O were. Yet, he’d seen Orli around Mike. There were sparks there
that could
barely be contained. There was a smoldering fire that lit the moment
the two
finally talked to one another. Yet, because both were so determined to
be
‘cool’ in personality they didn’t recognize it. That, or they tried
their best
to completely ignore it. He was now pretty sure it was the latter.
Kate was the girl next door, or at least the American girl
next door. Blonde, pretty, but if you had to sum her up she was cute.
She had a
consistently sunny disposition and was an optimist. She was a
sweetheart, but
she was still very young.
Mike, well she had the all-American smile, but it ended
there. She was tall, with killer legs and abs that would make even
Britney
Spears envious. She wasn’t cute, no, Mike was sexy. She was gorgeous,
opinionated, and sassy. She wasn’t one to lay down and let things
happen, she
was one to attack life with everything in her. She was passion driven
and
didn’t analyze, just jumped in before realizing it might be a bad idea. She was exactly what Orlando
was- a risk taker with a huge heart.
He felt a twinge of remorse for Kate, for if the dance floor
was only a contained hint of how the two felt- Kate had no chance.
~*~*~
He had backed her up against the wall close to the
bathrooms. They were out of sight to everyone else, or at least as
close to
that as they could get in crowded club. His pulse was pounding and his
mind had
to be elsewhere because he could only think of getting Mike alone.
His fingers worked themselves in her hair. There was an
animal attraction that could barely be contained. He could barely move
with out
his body aching with need. Four dances and he was as randy as a boy
never
tried. Her hair was like silk on his fingers and for a moment he could
compare
these feeling with that of the times he’d been on Ecstasy. Everything
in him
was being powered by feeling and touching, her.
She barely contained a moan as his lips slid across her
neck. Barely, kept her legs upright as one of his hands ran the length
of her
back. She bit her lip, knowing this was so very right in that very
wrong way.
She knew there was something that should be stopping her, should be
stopping
this from ever happening. For the life of her she couldn’t think of
what it
was. Was there ever anything as phenomenal as his mouth, except maybe
his mouth
on hers? She wasn’t sure when it happened, but it had long stopped
being just a
teasing dance. It had become an all out war to prove to one another
that the
bedroom sheets would alight in their mere presence.
“If you’re going to use your mouth why not use it in a way
that’s pleasurable for the both of us.” It was a husky whisper, but it
caught
his attention.
His hands froze on her back and lightly squeezed, he pulled
her even closer to him. His hips snug against hers. His eyes searched
hers,
there was an uncontained hunger mirrored in them. “Love, my pleasure is
insurmountable with just the taste of your skin.”
She melted like a pool of lava at his words but, it was when
he licked his lips a realization finally came to her. Her body that had
once
been on fire cooled immediately. Her eyes slowly lost their lust ridden
haze,
and she saw him finally as she had only hours before: as a great guy,
with a
very beautiful girlfriend.
She pushed away from him. He staggered backwards not
expecting the dismissal. She wanted to spit in his face at how quickly
he
forgot about his long time girlfriend. She wanted to scream at him for
leaving
her so turned on and beyond teased. She’d been teased into thinking she
had a
chance with the likes of him.
Pathetically she bit back the tears she felt welling in her
eyes.
“Mishca, love,” an endearment slipped from his lips as
slowly he came to, but still didn’t realize what had happened to her to
dowse
the flame. He reached for her, needing to feel her against him. He
didn’t even
realize he’d called her by her childhood nickname, the Russian nickname
for
Michael. A name she’d told him hours earlier only her family had called
her.
“Don’t, please don’t,” she breathed her response and raised
a hand to her mouth. She wasn’t sure the action was stop the sobs she
knew were
coming, or to stop the bile from rising in her throat as she realized
just how
short she’d sold herself.
With out another word she ran as fast as she could towards
the table that held her bag. The only thing in her mind was to get her
stuff
and get the hell out of the place. Her body burned with unfulfilled
lust, her
neck burned from the memory of his lips and her eyes burned with tears
of
humiliation.
A hand grabbed her wrist and with a small cry she turned.
His eyes were beseeching hers to explain what had happened. While the
brown had
dimmed in its lustfulness, the realization still had yet to hit him.
She
disgustingly thought to give herself a pat on the back; she’d had him
so into
her he couldn’t remember the girl he loved.
“Mischa, what is it?” He raised a hand to brush the tear
that haphazardly fell from her now swelling eyes. His heart was torn at
the
haunted look on her face. The need to hold her until she felt better
was
overwhelming, but there was something in her eyes that let him know it
wasn’t a
good idea. He wasn’t sure what had happened, one moment it had been hot
and the
next bittersweet.
She looked everywhere but directly at him. When finally her
soulful green eyes met his, he’d felt like he’d been punched in the
stomach.
“Kate.”
With that she fled from his arms that had already fallen.
Fled from a man who’d only just realized what he’d done. Not knowing,
it was a
man who still ached to hold her.
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