I gave my boyfriend Jake a smile and I hugged him, we’d been dating now for a few weeks and things had been going great. He’d been such a sweetheart and a gentleman. I was falling for him, I knew that.
Tonight he said he was taking me out dancing, which I gladly accepted. I loved to dance with him, he’d been a great teacher and it was just so romantic. There is truly nothing sexier that a guy with confidence, but a guy who is confident and can dance. I melted to think of it.
He opened up the car door and I got in.
“Thank you.” I ducked my head like always. I wasn’t used to being treated like this, like a lady almost.
“No issue.” He responded with a grin. He shut the door and went to his side. Getting in, he started up the car and the radio started. In The Dark by Dev rang out and I smiled even more. It was how I felt.
We were in the library yesterday, and his hand had drifted down to my waist. Just feeling the weight there was enough to get my heart and hormones racing. His hand left a heat that made me want more, made me want to get closer.
I was going crazy around him, and no amount of time in the shower could fix it. Trust me, I’ve tried. And he seemed so nervous at times, holding back. I just wanted him to take control, and when he danced, he did.
We entered the studio where he danced. It was guest night tonight and he asked if I had wanted to go. Naturally, I agreed. Dancing was so much fun for me, even if I only did it behind closed doors.
Over the course of the night, I’d learned several dances and danced with several people. That was part of the guest night. After the learning, there was just a time where everyone got to practice and have fun.
And have fun we did. I swear that the rest of the world vanished as we danced. Even if I messed up, he was always there to catch me. I was always happy when he stole a kiss, pulling me close. This was part of why I’d agreed.
Sadly though, the night ended too soon. Jake had to take me home. It was light on the way home, we talked about various things. I could tell he had something on his mind, but he kept it to himself.
The drive ended way too soon and I found myself wishing I had more time. He was walking me up to the door and as usual I didn’t want to say goodbye. He said,
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I ducked my head down slightly, disappointed he wasn’t going to kiss me.
Then his hand lifted my chin and his lips slammed into mine. I kissed back fiercely, throwing my arms around his neck. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer. He started nipping at my lip, wanting entrance.
I granted it. His tongue and mine battle for dominance. As we got more into it, one of his hands drifted down to my ass and the other to my breast.
“Is this all right?” He asked.
God, yes. I wanted to shout for joy. But I just said yes.
He grinned and kissed me harder, his hand kneading my breast through my shirt and bra. He pushed me against the door and I started to heat up at my core. This was going everywhere that I wanted it too. We continued kissing until he pulled away and said,
“I love you.”
Surprise flitted across his face and he muttered,
