Ballroom Blitz (11 page)

After they finished dancing, Maggie’s body pulsed with sexual energy and adrenaline. Waiting for the results was excruciating, but at least they were expected to leave the dance floor while the judges made their decision.

Seth clasped her hand as they dodged other dancers, who were also pumped after their performances.

By the time they reached the corner they’d staked out in the dressing area, the
touch me, fuck me, take me now
vibe between them had cooled.

Or so she thought.

Seth handed her a bottle of grape-flavored Gatorade and took one for himself, staring at her with an expression she’d never seen directed at her.

Maggie wondered if there’d be awkward moments in the aftermath of suggestive dancing. She’d become sexually involved with her dance partner in college, so this situation wasn’t uncharted territory for her, but Seth was gay.

Then Seth allowed her a wolfish grin. “My God, woman, if I was straight I’d be fucking you balls deep against that wall right now. Which tells me our performance was off the charts.”

That had been the perfect thing to say. She grinned. “It just proves that having the steps drilled into my head works best because I could concentrate on the presentation, not the choreography.”

Seth nodded. “I don’t want to ruin this beautiful high by dissecting our performance. I want to bask in my foresight for choosing such an excellent dancing partner.” He toasted her with his plastic bottle.

Maggie blushed from his praise. “I’m grateful you believed there was potential in me.”

“There’s better than potential, baby, there’s heat between us on the floor. I’ll bet Stanis is fit to be tied after our sexy presentation.” Seth drained his Gatorade. “I imagine bad-boy rocker came to support you?”

“Of course he knows about it, but…”

“But what?”

She hadn’t heard from Jon at all the last five days. “I’m not sure if he’s back in town. And I don’t want to pressure him to support me because we’re keeping this casual.”

“I’ve seen how that man looks at you, Maggie, and there’s nothing casual about it. Johnny-hottie is completely smitten with you,” Seth continued. “So don’t assume he’s only interested in playing a little grab-ass with you before he moves on.”

“I wish I could believe that.”

Seth gave her a thoughtful look. “Maybe this will convince you. Do you remember the last week of dance class when newlywed Ashley popped into the gym on Friday night, wearing tiny booty shorts and her tight sports bra that showed off her gigantic fake boobs?”

Confused, Maggie squinted at him. “I was there? I don’t remember.”

Seth pointed at her. “Exactly. You were engrossed in working with the scarves for perfecting movement flow. Johnny-hottie didn’t pay attention to Ashley at all; he was absolutely mesmerized by you.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Jon was at our rehearsal?”

“I’m pretty sure he’d been lifting weights, because his muscles were all bulgy and he was covered in a delicious sheen of sweat.” Seth laughed when Maggie’s eyes widened. “What? I can look. Not that he noticed me ogling him since he only had eyes for you.”

“Ladies and gentleman, we have our winners,” boomed over the loudspeakers.

“This is it.” Seth took her hand and dragged her out of the dressing area and into the arena.

Her gut clenched. Her heart raced. But she plastered on a smile as they lined up on the dance floor.

The committee chair went on about each judge before announcing their decisions in the top three slots.

Third place was announced and it wasn’t them.

Second place was announced and it wasn’t them.

A drum roll sounded. “The winners of the American Dance Federation Rhythm Style competition, who will represent the Mountain States region at the National Finals in Orlando, are…”

And their names were announced.

Maggie was pretty sure her feet didn’t touch the floor as she and Seth performed a sweeping bow and deep curtsey to the crowd before they floated to the judge’s stand to accept the medals, the check and flowers.

Other dancers surrounded them to offer congratulations—a few remarks were even genuine.

After the floor cleared, Maggie spun around, her gaze searching the stands.

Then she saw Jon. The intense way he looked at her put her feet in motion and she tried really hard not to skip.

Jon dangled over the railing so far Maggie thought he might fall. And that grin. Boy howdy it made her all tingly.

“You came.” Brilliant observation, Maggie.

“I told you I’d be here. That was the most amazing dance performance I’ve ever seen.”

“Man, you guys totally rocked it!” Raven gushed. “You were so much better than everyone else. It was obvious after the first dance that you and Seth were gonna win.”

Her focus on Jon had been so absolute she hadn’t noticed Raven. She smiled at her. “I’m glad you came. It was nice of your uncle to bring you.”

Then Seth bounded over. “If it isn’t my two favorite students!”

Raven started chattering to Seth and Maggie glanced at Jon. He stepped sideways, motioning for a word in private. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She noticed he held a single white rose with pink-tipped petals. “Is that for me?”

“Yeah. Makes me look cheap, compared to those.” Jon pointed to the bouquet of a dozen red roses in her arms.

“These weren’t bought specifically for me, like your rose was. So gimme.”

He laughed. “I was told this color is called minuet, so I thought you’d appreciate that.” He bent down until they were eye to eye. “But the real reason I bought it is because the pink on cream tones reminded me of the color of your skin after you’ve come undone in my arms.”

The rough rasp of his voice sent sexual heat surging through her.

“You’re ramped up right now,” he half growled. “I can feel it. Baby, it’s pulsing off you.”

She turned her head, letting her lips graze the corner of his mouth. “I’d like to drag you off and put this excess energy to good use.”

“Let’s go. Right now.”

His warm breath teased her ear and she wanted to feel his whispers drifting over every inch of her skin.

“Maggie?”

Seth’s voice pulled her out of the moment, forcing her to step back from the magnetic hold Jon had on her. “Ah. What?”

“A couple of potential sponsors want to talk to us and we shouldn’t keep them waiting.”

“Go on,” Jon urged. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Maggie gave him a promising smile and dashed away with Seth.

Four hours later, Maggie stood on the front porch of her cabin. The day had been a scorcher and the sudden rainstorm caused steam to rise from the pavement like ghostly fingers.

Leaning against the railing, she listened to the steady din on the tin roof as raindrops splashed her bare feet. The humid air smelled clean, heavy with the earthy scent of soil and vegetation.

What a whirlwind week. In addition to hours of rehearsal, she’d decided to meet with that rep from the consulting company based out of Billings. He hadn’t offered her a job, but the interview had gone well enough she suspected an offer would be coming in the next few weeks.

Would she take it? In the last six months she’d enjoyed having a job and not the pressure of a career. As much as she loved dancing, she didn’t want it to become another obligation she’d resent. But now with this win, she was in limbo for two more months.

The meetings with potential sponsors had gone better than expected. Evidently word had spread of their couples dance classes at the community center. The owners of a travel agency, big supporters of the arts, offered to sponsor all their airfare expenses for preparation for the national competition in Florida.

Seth had spent the drive back to Spearfish on the phone with Vladimir, setting up an audition in Salt Lake City next weekend and a backup audition with another teacher in Dallas. Maggie could swing the price of hotel and food costs, but those were a drop in the bucket compared to Vladimir’s fees for private instruction. How would she pay for them?

She’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

Speaking of crossing the bridge…headlights bumped up the drive and Jon’s Land Cruiser pulled into view.

Anticipation rolled through her. She’d missed him more than she thought possible in the last week, not just the sex but talking to him. Jon was a great listener—not a trait she expected from a man used to having people fawning over him. His stories about life on the road entertained her, but also indicated how hard he’d worked to grow his career and showed his joy at the connection he’d built with his fans. He had her laughing whenever he talked about his family and growing up on the reservation. Jon White Feather was a sweet, funny, thoughtful man who didn’t let his onstage persona define him offstage.

And Maggie was falling for him so fast it scared her.

Jon climbed out and sauntered toward her. His hot, sensual gaze traveled from her eyes to her mouth, lingering on her chest and then meandering back up to her eyes.

Maggie felt that erotic caress as if his hands were already on her. No denying a large part of their attraction was purely physical. So while she appreciated all the other great traits Jon had, right now, she wanted to gorge herself on the sexual side of him.

She jumped the two stairs and raced toward him, her feet sinking into ankle-deep mud.

Jon met her halfway, catching her when she launched herself at him. Their lips connected, the openmouthed kiss a ravenous explosion of passion and need.

Maggie clutched his neck, then her hands moved down his muscled biceps, dragging him closer as his fingers twined in her hair.

He groaned and broke the kiss, his hot mouth following the arc of her neck. “Maggie. God.” He nipped at the section of skin where her neck met her shoulder. “I couldn’t take my eyes off you today. You had me under your spell. You owned me.”

Maggie dropped her head back, allowing him access to the other side of her neck. She was so lost in the total seduction of his mouth on her skin that she barely noticed the raindrops on her face.

His hips rocked forward, driving her toward the steps.

Her toes were cooled by the spongy wet grass, but her body was on fire, craving his deft touch. “I want you,” she whispered against his mouth. “Now. My way.”

“Yes. You’ve got me.”

Her fingertips raked his chest as her mouth continued its southerly progression. Palming his hips, Maggie dropped to her knees and dragged his athletic shorts to his ankles.

How lucky that Jon had gone commando.

“Maggie. Baby. You don’t—”

“Shut up and lose the shirt.”

When the soaking wet cotton fabric was gone, she had access to his gloriously hard, wonderfully long cock. Maggie’s hands followed the outside of his lower half, from his ridged calves to his knees, and across those strong quads. She nuzzled his groin, breathing him in.

Jon tugged on the stretchy strap of her camisole. “Fair’s fair, dancing queen. I wanna feel your skin against mine.”

Maggie yanked off her top. Although the night was dark, the light from the window reflected off his face and body. Rain drizzled down his torso, highlighting the dips and valleys of his incredible musculature. He was magnificent naked, even more magnificent naked and wet.

She brushed a kiss over the sun tattoo below his left hip and the moon tat mirrored on the right side. His belly quivered beneath her lips. Tilting her head back, she locked her gaze to his as she sucked his shaft deeply into her mouth.

“Ah. Dammit. That’s so…” He moaned. His legs were rigid and he maintained a firm grip on her head.

She reveled in the power of rendering him speechless. Her fingers formed a circle at the base of his shaft and she stroked up while her mouth and tongue worked him from the cockhead down.

Each bob of her head made her as wet on the inside as she was on the outside.

He’d never let her go this far before, always pulling out before he finished in her mouth. But this time she wanted to feel the pulses on her tongue as he spilled his seed. She wanted him to feel her throat working as she swallowed every spurt.

“You’re killing me,” he panted. “Stop.”

She shook her head vehemently and clamped his tight butt cheek in her left hand, holding him in place.

“I…” was all he managed, along with a deep groan as he erupted, warm and wet, against her tongue.

Her mouth formed a seal around his dick as she sucked down every drop. His cock remained hard even after he’d been spent completely. She continued to suck and nuzzle him, aching for relief from the sticky heat that throbbed between her thighs.

Then Jon’s fingers curled over her jawline to lift her chin. His thumbs traced her cheekbones. He didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to—everything he felt was right there in his eyes.

Rain still fell. Not in a torrential downpour, but soft drops.

Maggie might’ve been cold if not for the inferno burning inside her.

Jon recognized that fire—that primal need—and pounced, pushing her onto the grass. He followed her down, making short work of her shorts. His hands spread her thighs apart and he buried his face in her pussy.

She gasped at the shock of his cold cheeks and lips against her hot tissue. Then his warm tongue lapped the juices coating her sex. He licked her slit, a growl vibrating as he suckled her pussy lips.

“I fucking love how wet you are after you blow me.” His hands slid beneath her buttocks and he raised her hips, burrowing his tongue more deeply inside her channel.

This time there was no finesse to his oral hunger. He took after her like a starving man. A long lick, a tongue thrust, a deliberate graze of his teeth. Not teasing her, but feasting on her slick, sensitive flesh until he’d had his fill.

So when his mouth settled over her clit, all it took was four hard sucks and she climaxed. Hard. Thrashing beneath him, throwing water everywhere, but he held her tightly through each intense wave.

A loud clap of thunder forced her from the deep well of pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked down her body to where Jon’s beautiful face rested on her stomach.