iambellissima_nishaz
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"I will be waiting for you. Stay behind the dance floor and don't turn around," he said to her over the phone-low, commanding, impossible to disobey.
She did exactly as he ordered. She stood behind the dance floor where the lights barely reached, where shadows moved like smoke around the bodies dancing without a care in the world.
Her heart thudded violently. This was the first time she would feel him so close again. Excitement curled in her stomach, fighting with nerves, with fear, with longing.
Her breath caught the moment she felt warm hands slide around her waist-strong, sure, possessive-pulling her back into a tall, solid, unmistakably familiar body.
A soft, shaky sigh slipped from her lips as she melted into him.
"Missed me, love?" he whispered against her ear, his voice a dark velvet that sent shivers dancing down her spine.
She placed her hands over his, afraid he might vanish again, and nodded quickly.
"Have you been behaving?" he asked, his tone low and edged with a warning she felt deep in her bones.
Another nod. She had. She'd been good-waiting, wanting, aching.
His breath brushed her ear as he leaned closer, voice dropping to something sinful. "Good. Because good girls get rewarded."
Heat flooded her cheeks, her breath hitching at the promise in his words-dangerous, teasing, unmistakably his.
"Yes," she whispered, breathless, unable to hide how deeply he affected her.