Worth Waiting For

Chapter Eight

Out in the middle of the club, Daenerys became intimidated by the fluid movements of the dancers around her. The men moved their partners without effort, dipping and twirling them with the expertise grown from years of practice.
"I don't know if I can do this," Daenerys whispered to Jon. She stood stifly in the centre of the dancers. "I don't want to embarrass you. Everybody will be looking at us."
"No one will be looking at us. They're too busy dancing." His teeth flashed an encouraging smile. He rested his hand lightly on her waist and lifted her other hand in his. "Relax and let the music guide you. Listen to the beat."
Good heavens, could he get anymore sexier, moving his hips slowly from side to side as he tried to encourage her to relax her rigid stance and get into the music.
Daenerys closed her eyes against the painful memories of some of the last words her ex had said to her. You're not any fun, Daenerys. I need someone who's fun and exciting. He said those words right after he told her about his pregnant girlfriend. After she'd spent eight years of her life with him.
"What's wrong?"
She stifled a laugh. What's wrong, was that she was standing in the middle of a Latin club with an attractive man trying to be something she wasn't. She was Daenerys Targaryen, venture capitalist, future youngest female partner in the firm. She was not Daenerys Targaryen, salsa dancer.
"I can't," she whispered painfully, trying to pull away. She didn't want to humiliate herself. She should have never come. This was unfamiliar territory. There were no numbers to analyze, no reports to review.
He didn't release her. Instead, his arm curved around her waist like a heavy belt, and his dark eyebrows lowered over his eyes in concern. "It's mot that hard. I promise. I'll guide you all the way."
His gaze softened on her, and it encouraged her to make a tentative movement. He tried to guide her backward, but she practically tripped over her feet and stifened against him.
"You have to let me lead. The mat is in control in Salsa." He wriggled his eyebrows at her any she rewarded him with a wan smile. Looking down into her eyes, he said "Move your left foot forward......one, two, three, step back....... right leg backward.....one, two, three..." He repeated the instructions several times. "That's it."
They moved slowly at first. Then as she grew accustomed to the rhythm  of the movement and the pressure of his hand indicating when she should Move forward and backward, the speed of their movements accelarated to match those around them. Backward, forward, backward, forward. It wasn't as hard as she had originally thought. 
"Keep your hips moving," Jon coached. "Yes.... just like that."
He warned her he would try a spin move, and she didn't get it at first, getting offbeat on the turn. When they tried again, she mastered the spin, and she looked up at him grinning widely.
"I got it!" She laughed.
He just stared at her. He didn't smile back. She noted the hardening of his jaw and felt the split second tightening of his fingers around her own. Unexpectedly, he lowered his head until their mouths almost touched. Her breath caught in her throat.
"Perfect," he whispered, before claiming her lips.
Although, taken by surprise, Daenerys didn't hold back. His mouth moved across hers with a longing and passion that found an instant match echoed inside her own needy body. She did what she wanted to do since he picked her up. She plunged her fingers into the black curls and buried them until they were no longer visible.
The music switched to a sultry beat.  He hauled her tighter against his muscular frame.
Jon broke the kiss, but only do he could trail hot kisses along her jaw to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. Daenerys clutched his shoulders, then glided her hands along his arms. She reveled on the powerful muscles beneath her hands. In return, his hands ran restlessly up and down her back as he fought what she was also fighting......the base instinct to disrobe and satisfy an unbearably pulsing ache.
"Perfecta," he whispered in her ear.
Daenerys didn't care if they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor. She didn't care of anyone saw them or thought their behaviour was indecent.
Wrapped in his arms, none of it mattered. Jon made her feel like a goddess, and she was slowly getting drunk from the power of it.
He lowered his hands to her hips, and the heated pressure penetrated the material of her skirt and spread warmth along her pelvis.
Emboldened, she swayed her hips from side to side in time to the beat of the music. He lifted his head as the felt the difference in her.
"Close your eyes," he whispered. "Let yourself go, Dany."
She did, the music flowed over her. She became one with it, letting it course through her veins and lift her spirits. She allowed him to guide her in a turn that ended in her back pressed against his front.
Dany lifted her arms towards the ceiling, and his hands made a slow progression up her side to rest High on her waist. His harsh breath fanned her neck. They were practically making love on the dance floor, and she wasn't the least bit ashamed. She reached back and trailed her hand along his firm jaw, and she felt, rather than heard the groan that rippled his taut body.

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Lento. Lento. Jon knew Daenerys couldn't understand the lyrics of the song, but her relaxed body followed the instructions to the tee. Slow. Slow.
He couldn't count the number of times he shared a dance with an attractive woman. While there were times when the right woman could turn him on, he'd never experienced the type of ravenous need consuming his body the way it was with Dany. He bunched his fist into the loose fitting skirt, fighting the urge to haul it upto her hips so he could run his hands along the length of her inner thighs. He buried his face in her fragrant hair.
"Dàmelo, Dàmelo," the woman wailed in the chorus. "Lento. Lento." Give it to me. Give it to me. Slow. Slow.
His body shook with the internal struggle to tamp down the need Daenerys had awakened by rubbing her sexy little body against him. Heaven help him, if she wasn't careful, she would find herself hemmed up in a dark corner of the club getting it from him.....Lento.

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They danced a few more songs and then Jon led her back over to the bar. She could barely walk. This time she requested a bottle of water. She needed something to quench her thirst. Dancing was like exercising, but her thirst was actually the result of her deep-seated arousal.
He sat on one of the stools and pulled her close between his muscular thighs.
"I should come dancing more often," Dany said. She rested her hand on one of his shoulders, feeling the heat emanating from him.
The hand around her waist tightened and brought her closer.
"You should," he agreed. His hooded gaze caressed her face and made her feel deliciously feminine. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, and she felt the heat of every stroke as if he'd touched her bare skin. "You're very good."
She blushed, leaning into him. "I had a hoot teacher."
The movement of his hand stilled in the middle of her back. His gaze travelled over her face. The pulsing sound of the music receeded into the background. "You look happy. Your eyes are shinning."
"Because of you," Daenerys whispered. "I'm having fun and enjoying myself."
With Jon she discovered a new side of her personality. Perhaps it had always been there, hidden away behind a protective shield. No one would believe the seductive way she danced and teased him on the dance floor. Even now, they were practically joined together, impervious to the activity around them, as if they were the only ones in the room.
He slipped his hand upto the nape of her neck under her hair and kissed her. The soft pressure of his lips heightened her aroused state. "You're coming home with me tonight."
She had no idea if it was a question or a statement. She felt a moments hesitation. But even if her brain wasn't sure, her arms, legs, fingers and toes were ready for what was to come.
He pressed his mouth to the hollow at the base of her neck where her rapidly beating pulse was a silent signal if her concession.

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They left the club shortly thereafter, hand in hand, and were soon on their way to his house. On the way there, Jon pulled into a gas station.
"Do you need anything?" He asked. She didn't have a purse with her, so he knew she didn't have any money.
"I would like to get a ginger ale ," she replied.
She needed to settle her nervous stomach. It wasn't as if she was a virgin, nit zhe couldn't squash the persistent anxiety she felt. It had been so long. She wanted everything to be perfect, any in truth, she was out of practice. She'd been out of practice for over two years, although she didn't want to count the one encounter she'd had after her break up. She was still mortified she'd thrown up right afterwards, embarrassing herself and the other person. She had not been ready for that type of Intimacy. She had simply used the man as a bolster for her damaged ego.
Jon pulled open a compartment  built into the dashboard and handed her some cash.
She smiled at him. Fun, sexy, a gentleman and sweet. What more could a woman ask for? "I'll be right back," she said.
Inside the convience store, Daenerys moved to the back to the refrigerator section. She browsed the contents.
"Ginger ale," she muttered to herself, scanning the shelves.
"Daenerys?"
She reacted like an electrocuted cat. The hairs on the back of her neck came to fearful attention at the sound of her name. Her heart rate accelarated to breakneck speed in her chest. In the reflection on the door of the refrigerator, she recognised the tall image reflected over her shoulder.
She turned to face him. Her eyes travelled slowly up the Italian suit, past the buttoned white shirt and silk tie, and slowly past the prominent Adam's apple, to the face of the man she once thought she would spend the rest of her life with. Three years ago all that had changed. Her undying devotion and mutated into a burning desire to never see him again.
"Hello, Daenerys."
She was speechless.
It was him.