Once Upon A Half-Time 1(63)
Leah pointed too, her eyes widened. “Oh my God. Elle—?”
Elle grabbed my hand and yanked. I tripped over the damn dress shoes—shiny and black, but without any cleats for traction. Elle waved a rushed goodbye to the women and hauled me from the table.
“What the hell was that?” I asked.
Elle led me to a darkened corner of the dance floor and placed my hands on her hips.
Her soft, full, sexy hips.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “This…this is good.”
My cock swelled as she pulled close to me. Her arms looped behind my neck as she swayed to the music’s sensual beat. Every movement this woman made was pure magic.
Her chest bumped against mine, and I lost myself in her wide-eyed, almost curious gaze.
“You look fucking amazing, Red.”
And I didn’t just mean the ample, caramel skin that plumped from her corset. A lock of hair, streaked with that punk red, fell over her breasts. I followed the ringlet to the gentle curve of her cheek, the delicate tease of her eyebrow, and into the dark curls of her hair.
“You have no idea how…delicious you look right now.” I could hardly speak. “Something’s changed.”
She shook her head no.
“Nope. Something is definitely different with you.”
Her shoulders shrugged high. I didn’t buy the coy act, especially as she tightened her hold on me. Even mid-song, with our bodies touching and the music coursing through us, Elle tensed.
Something bothered her, and it wasn’t just that she had gone mute during the afternoon.
“Maybe I can guess what’s changed,” I said.
Her eyebrow arched.
“Have some faith in me. You’re my wife. I can read you like a book.”
She cracked a smile. A challenge?
“I bet I know what’s happened to you.”
Her eyes widened, and she held her breath.
“It’s obvious, Elle. Has been for a while. Everyone’s already noticed.”
She stopped dancing, glancing over herself, her dress.
“I’ve known since the river.”
Her lips parted, but nothing came out.
“You’re absolutely crazy about me. Got the love-bug for me so bad you can’t function.”
Elle dropped her hands, but I didn’t let her keep the indignant pout.
“You know it’s true. You’ve suddenly realized you can’t imagine life without me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Every night, you go to sleep and think…” I spun her, surprising her as the music switched to something more upbeat. “Oh, that Lachlan Reed. He’s so dreamy. I hope he’s thinking about me.”
Elle shrugged, mocking a nighttime prayer with folded hands.
“Yep. That’s it. You’re smitten. Can’t help it. All day, every day, you’re trapped in your own lust. Thinking…I hope he likes me. I can’t wait to see him again. Maybe he’ll ask me to marry him…oh, wait!” I spun her to my chest for a kiss. My lips stayed close to hers. “It’s burning you alive, isn’t it? You want me so bad you can’t even think straight.”
She feigned helplessness, pressing the back of her wrist to her forehead.
“Can’t hide this stuff from me, Red.”
Her kiss was a quick peck.
“You’ve missed me. Been thinking about the last time we were together.”
The music shifted again, something deeper, darker, and thrumming a vibration through both of us. Elle settled into my arms—soft, but still playful.
Watching me. Waiting.
She rubbed against me, sensing my hardness through the tux.
“I know you love what I do to you.” I lowered my voice, just for her, so she could hear the edge of a growl that teased us both. “You got the sweetest fucking pussy in the world. And when you come…”
She poked at me, but no one could hear. I liked making her eyes widen in that sheltered shock.
“You have this honey cream, Red. I can’t get enough of it. I’ll eat for hours if it means getting a taste of that creamy treat.” I licked my lips. “I’ve been craving it all week.”
Her fingers tightened on me. The song swayed, deep and rhythmic. Perfect for a sultry dance that let us get a little too close, touch a little too low.
“You wouldn’t want a man to starve, would you, Red?”
She exhaled with a trembling breath.
“Why don’t you give me another chance at that slit? Let me spread those legs, kiss that pussy, tongue that cute little clit?”
She looked to her sides. No one was watching. No one could hear. It was just me and her.
“Or do you want a fuck?” I let the word linger. “I’ll push you against a wall, wrap those legs around me, and fill you up tight with my cock?”