Today, D stands for Dancing with an Ex. This is an excerpt from my new release, “The Marriage Pact”. And no, in case you were wondering, I’ve never danced with an ex.
They were "ex" for a reason...probably because they didn't know how to dance! ;)
“Listen, I was just wondering...would you like to dance?”
I frowned as I considered him. “I thought you were here with--”
“She’d love to,” Becky interjected, shoving me toward him. “I’ll work on getting that pole,
Shan,” she said with a grin before she walked away.
I looked up at Brody, blinking. “Do you know what she’s talking about?”
“No idea.” He smiled down at me. “You’ve had a little too much to drink, huh?”
I giggled. “Maybe.”
“You never could handle alcohol,” he said fondly. “Come on, dance with me. You can hold on as tight as you want.”
The small, sober part of my brain that remained told me that ordinarily, that would have made my belly tighten in lovely, hopeful knots. Fortunately, the rest of me was free of
such inhibitions and I let him take my hand and lead me to the dance floor. He slipped his arms around my waist, holding me lightly and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I took a deep breath, inhaling his clean, masculine scent that sent a thrill throughout my
body, making my sex clench. “God, you smell so good. I’d almost forgotten.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” he quipped.
“Brody, you’re not mad anymore, are you?”
He appraised me thoughtfully as we swayed back and forth. “You know what? I can’t say I
am.”
“Is that because you’re seeing someone?”
He cleared his throat, looking abashed for the first time since this evening began. “You heard about that, huh.”
“Small town.”
“Don’t I know it. Hell, there’s not a single one here who can keep their mouth shut.”
I tilted my head quizzically. “Are you sure she won’t mind you dancing with me?”
“Claire? No, she doesn’t mind much of anything.”
The way he said it made me curious, but I decided that talking about girlfriends could get
uncomfortable for both of us, so I let it slide.
“And what about you?” he asked as he spun me around.
I broke into laughter at the motion and when he pulled me back to him I clutched his chest
and hung on for dear life, feeling a bit dizzy. “What about me?”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“No, not at the moment.”
“I find that hard to believe. Beautiful girl like you...”
I could feel a blush creeping along my cheeks, awed by the intimacy of the moment. When his lips parted, all I could think about was kissing him. I wanted to kiss him until my
lips were swollen and tired, until I couldn’t see straight from lack of air. I looked down, hoping that if I stopped staring, the feeling would go away, but no such luck.
They were "ex" for a reason...probably because they didn't know how to dance! ;)
“Listen, I was just wondering...would you like to dance?”
I frowned as I considered him. “I thought you were here with--”
“She’d love to,” Becky interjected, shoving me toward him. “I’ll work on getting that pole,
Shan,” she said with a grin before she walked away.
I looked up at Brody, blinking. “Do you know what she’s talking about?”
“No idea.” He smiled down at me. “You’ve had a little too much to drink, huh?”
I giggled. “Maybe.”
“You never could handle alcohol,” he said fondly. “Come on, dance with me. You can hold on as tight as you want.”
The small, sober part of my brain that remained told me that ordinarily, that would have made my belly tighten in lovely, hopeful knots. Fortunately, the rest of me was free of
such inhibitions and I let him take my hand and lead me to the dance floor. He slipped his arms around my waist, holding me lightly and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I took a deep breath, inhaling his clean, masculine scent that sent a thrill throughout my
body, making my sex clench. “God, you smell so good. I’d almost forgotten.”
“You’re not too bad yourself,” he quipped.
“Brody, you’re not mad anymore, are you?”
He appraised me thoughtfully as we swayed back and forth. “You know what? I can’t say I
am.”
“Is that because you’re seeing someone?”
He cleared his throat, looking abashed for the first time since this evening began. “You heard about that, huh.”
“Small town.”
“Don’t I know it. Hell, there’s not a single one here who can keep their mouth shut.”
I tilted my head quizzically. “Are you sure she won’t mind you dancing with me?”
“Claire? No, she doesn’t mind much of anything.”
The way he said it made me curious, but I decided that talking about girlfriends could get
uncomfortable for both of us, so I let it slide.
“And what about you?” he asked as he spun me around.
I broke into laughter at the motion and when he pulled me back to him I clutched his chest
and hung on for dear life, feeling a bit dizzy. “What about me?”
“Are you seeing someone?”
“No, not at the moment.”
“I find that hard to believe. Beautiful girl like you...”
I could feel a blush creeping along my cheeks, awed by the intimacy of the moment. When his lips parted, all I could think about was kissing him. I wanted to kiss him until my
lips were swollen and tired, until I couldn’t see straight from lack of air. I looked down, hoping that if I stopped staring, the feeling would go away, but no such luck.
And for the something personal: I cannot dance. No, really. I try and I do it very enthusiastically, but I've accepted that I'm not any good at it. Fortunately, my daughters don't know better yet and they love to dance with me. :)
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