Riding Out the Storm (11 page)

“You haven’t
seen me dance.”

Brady
grinned. He took her bottle from her and set it on the windowsill behind her,
then took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

Well, such as
it was. An area near the stereo had been cleared for dancing and was packed
with bodies moving to the music. There was barely room for Brady to squeeze in,
much less the two of them, but still he rested his hands on her hips and pulled
her close, close enough that every movement of her body, or his, put her in
contact, belly to thigh.

He was
warm—very warm—and hard. All over. He tightened his fingers on her hips and
drew her closer, so her belly rubbed against his groin. She was aware of his
cock growing with the contact. Her gaze flicked to his as her face heated, and
her sex melted.

He watched
her with an unnerving intensity, as if he could see every thought and desire
racing through her head, and was ready to make them all come true.

He slid one
hand up to her waist so his thumb rode beneath her breast, and she wanted to
shift to bring his touch against her nipple, which beaded in anticipation. Just
the thought made her breast ache, her pussy contract.

He swayed
with her, slower than the music dictated.

Slow and sexy
and seductive. Tentatively, she pressed her stomach against his cock and slid
up, then down the length. Heat flashed in his eyes, and his jaw tightened,
clearly appreciating her daring. The look he gave her encouraged her to take it
further. She brushed her breasts against the wall of his chest.

“You know, I
thought you probably had a great body, but it’s hard to tell with those clothes
you usually wear.” He brushed his thumb along the underside of her breast
before sliding his hand back to her waist.

She wanted to
whimper in protest. Was she not adept at sending signals? “That’s kind of the
point.”

“Yeah, but
those skirts slay me. Some days all I can think about is getting my hands under
them, shoving them all the way up.” His hands slid down the thighs of her
jeans, up over her hips, his fingers digging in briefly, pressing her against
him.

“Oh!” Her
knees wobbled at the thought.

He lowered
his head. “I think about putting you on that desk with your skirt around your
waist and kissing you till you come.”

“Brady.” His
name was a moan, but she didn’t look away. Couldn’t. How many times had she
fantasized about the same thing?

“Truth or
dare?” The words were a breath over her skin.

“Dare,” she
managed.

“I dare you
to come into the next room and make my fantasy come true.”

She drew
away, just a few inches. “I’m not wearing a skirt.”

“I can work
around that.” He stepped back.

Unable to
tell if he was teasing, she watched him, but saw no joking in his brown eyes,
so she put her hand in his. Heat flooded her body, pooling between her legs in
anticipation of his hands and mouth on her.

Again she
felt like a fraud, here under the guise of being sexy, of being experienced
about casual sex. All because she wanted to be close to this man. She should
bolt now, but instead allowed him to guide her through the sea of partygoers.

“You have a
room here?” she asked, her voice breathless as he led her into the hall.

He blew out a
laugh. “I’m no frat boy.”

“But you said
the other room.” She followed behind him, confused.

“I have a
roommate who’s always in the dorm room, and I don’t want to give you a chance
to change your mind.” He opened a door, checked inside, then closed it again
and led her down the hall to the next room.

“What? Why?”

He checked
the room, then turned to face her. “You think I was playing around about that
fantasy? Every time you walk by my seat, I get a hard-on, smelling you.” He
leaned in to take a deep breath, then frowned a little. “And you walk by my
seat a lot.”

“I thought
you were interested in what I was teaching.”

“Oh, yeah.
But I’m also trying to see what you look like under those clothes.” His gaze
traveled down to her breasts. “This is much better.”

She tilted
her head and smiled. “You clearly don’t have much of an imagination.”

“We’ll see
what you say about that when I’m done.”

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