7
Luca
A thump vibrates through the floor and up the leg I have stretched out. I crack open my eyelids and find her poised on her toes on the other side of the room. She brings up her leg, circles it with her arm and holds it there for a minute… maybe two? Then, she flattens the foot she’s balanced on, releases the other leg, and slides into a split. I kid you not, the woman slips into a split, and stays there for a few seconds. Fuck, is she flexible? The things I could do with that kind of agility. My cock lengthens. I watch as she places her palms on the ground, and pushes herself up to a standing position. She holds one arm out to the side, the other one in front of her, then pushes her right leg to the side, toes bent, before she twirls, all graceful and shit, on her toes, arms held up, again and again, until she reaches the wall and stops.
Next, she holds her arms out in a T-position, places her foot slightly tilted in front, leans her weight on it, kicks the other leg high up, places it down. Then she repeats the action alternating between legs. At least she's still wearing her shoes. That means she's taken my suggestion of being prepared for any eventuality seriously.
Her eyes are closed, she hums under her breath, and the muscles of her face relax as she comes to a standstill. She turns to face me. Hands on her hips, she takes a leap forward, arms shooting up into a V and another leap that brings her in front of me. That’s when she opens her eyelids and meets my gaze. Her own widens. She loses her balance and stumbles forward. Before she can hit the ground, I lean toward her, hold out my arms, and snatch her up out of the air and into my lap.
"Let me go." She begins to struggle, but I hold her close. "Please," she whimpers.
"Not a chance." I rise to my feet, walk over to the bed, drop her down onto it, then cover her with my body.
She wriggles under me, then bucks her body—or tries to, at any rate. I lean more of my weight on her, and she huffs. She brings her hand up and her palm connects with my face once before I grab her wrist and twist it above her head. She raises her other arm; I do the same with that one.
"You’ve done it now." I peer into her features. "I’m going to have to punish you."
"What are you talking about?" she snarls. "You surprised me and I lost my balance."
"Or maybe you did it on purpose."
"I did not."
"Maybe you were dancing to get my attention?"
"I was dancing because I was tired of lying on the bed, you big oaf."
"Is that what you were doing?" I snicker.
Her face heats.
"I’m not going to let you get to me." She firms her lips. "I’m a good dancer, I’ll have you know."
"Newsflash, baby, I’ve already gotten to you. And by the way, I noticed." I thrust my face into hers.
She stops struggling. "What are you going to do? If you think you can force yourself on me—"
"I’ve never had to force myself on anyone." I place my lips right over hers so we share breath. "I’m going to kiss you, okay?"
"Don't you dare—"
"Don’t fight me. I’m trying to get his attention so we can find a way out of this goddamn space."
"Oh." Some of the tension seems to bleed out of her shoulders. "Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
I brush my lips over hers. "I would have, if you’d let me speak." A slow pulse begins to thud at my temples. I press a kiss to the corner of her lips, and a warmth suffuses my chest. I lower my nose to her throat and draw in a deep breath. Her scent fills my lungs and my head spins. A pulse flares to life at my wrists, behind my eyes, even in my fucking balls.Gesù Cristo, I have never felt this… off-kilter before.
It has nothing to do with her, nothing to do with the softness of her body, the lush curves, the symmetry of her body as she danced, the rapturous expression on her features as she lost herself in her moves, the intelligence in her eyes as she tried to outwit me in our game of Truth or Dare. No, it’s only because I can’t stand to be cooped up in this cell for a minute longer. Damn the fact that I want her and the thought of being inside her— Hell, the blood drains to my groin at once.
"Umm." She wiggles her hips a little, then freezes when she brushes the column in my pants. "Thought you were going to try to find a way out?" she hisses at me.
I raise my gaze and stare into her features. "I am."Or maybe I’m trying to find a way in.
"This seems to indicate otherwise." She brushes against the hardness at my crotch again and a shiver runs down my back.
"What can I say? I’m a good actor." I allow my lips to curl.
"A likely story." Her flush deepens.