“I hope you don’t think that I can move like that, Pk.” He says hoarsely.
The tone of his voice has the heat pooling between my thighs. Is he turned on? I giggle. It’s a weird kind of giggle, one that I don’t recognize as my own.
Great, I sound like a weirdo.
I force myself to look up at him and our eyes lock.
“Are you doubting my skills as a teacher?” I say, tone challenging.
I can see the corners of his mouth start to curl up into a small smile, revealing those sexy dimples. He’s about six feet away from me, and he closes that distance some by taking another step forward.
“Not at all. It is more that I doubt the skills of your…student.”
“Hmmm, now that you’ve presented it like that, it’s a challenge to me. Now I want to teach you even more,” I tell him.
He takes another step towards me and my heart seems to think it is running a damn race, beating fast, out of control.
“Your wish is my command,” he tells me, his eyes still locked onto mine.
He takes another step forward and every nerve ending in my body stirs and tingles.
“That’s a dangerous precedent you’re setting there,” I croak.
“I like to live dangerously,” he replies.
Holy fucking shit. Are we flirting here? Or is it wishful thinking on my part?
“Where do you want me?”
It takes me a second to realize what he asked me. I bite my lip. The air is thick with desire, so thick that I can barely breathe. I swallow hard and hold out my hand. He takes it, no hesitation and I lead him to the middle of the dancefloor.
“Wait right here,” I tell him.
He nods. I can feel his eyes burning in my back as I walk away and I swerve my hips just a little more than I would usually. I walk over to the counter where my phone is and scroll through my songs. I smile when my eyes fall on an older but super sexy song by Christina Milian. “Dip it low” is the perfect choice.I think a little smugly to myself. I make my way towards him moving to the beat of the intro as I do. As if I planned it—which let’s be honest here, I kinda did—the beat starts just as I reach him and I place a hand on his shoulder as I drop down and back up with exaggerated movement. I feel a rush of gratification flowing through me as I hear him suck in a breath. I don’t give him a moment to recover, instead, I take his hand and place it on my hip.
“Follow my movements,” I tell him.
I start to move my body to the beat and it isn’t long before he follows. And not just follows, clearly, the man is literally a genius in everything he does. His body mimics my movements as if we were magnets, and he doesn’t have a choice. We maintain eye contact the entire time and it is probably the most intimate moment of my life. I nearly drown in disappointment when the music stops.
“Wow,” he breathes.
“Yeah, it was.”
“I am going to kiss you now.”
I blink but recover surprisingly fast.
“You did say that my wish was your command.”
His mouth curves into a lopsided smile.
“Yes, I did.”
“Good,” I tell him as I take a step closer. “Because I want you to kiss me.”
“As you wish,” he replies a second before his lips crash down onto mine.
When Haylee Thorne isn’t writing her stories, she works proudly as a registered nurse in Kentucky. Haylee loves to read and watch TV (she may or may not be slightly obsessed with anime), and there aren’t many movies she has not seen. She’s known to enjoy a good glass of champagne, and can eat an unlimited amount of French fries (seriously, it’s a problem). When she has some free time (as in time not spend working or writing), Haylee loves spending time with her family and friends.