Dance Like Nobody's Watching (7 page)

The trailer rocked from
his frantic thrusts as Ty grasped Sherrie’s hips and plunged his cock into her over
and over again. Her damaged leg rested safely over his forearm while she placed
her other foot on the floor, bracing herself to push back against him, answering
each of his moves with her own.

“Ah, that’s it, baby,”
he said, encouraging her to increase the pace.

Reaching as far down
as she could, she sunk her nails into his back, dragging them over his taught
flesh. Ty groaned, shuddering from her bold touch, then pummeled harder into
her. Sherrie’s hips lifted from the floor, and she pushed against him as fast and
hard as she could, her mound rubbing against the hard ridge of his pelvis. She
gasped every time his body brushed against it.

Sherrie cried out as
a startling orgasm ripped through her out of nowhere, and she collapsed,
incapable of holding onto Ty any longer, as the most intense feeling she’d ever
experienced left her boneless beneath him.

“I love you…I love
you!” she cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of their joining. Ty’s face
contorted in ecstasy, and she knew he was about to come. His head dropped to
her shoulder and he jerked above her, groaning louder it seemed with each
breathtaking thrust. His fingers grasped her hip roughly as he gave in to his
shuddering climax.

Ty lifted her injured
leg with shaky hands, his entire body trembling, before he collapsed onto the
floor beside her. Sherrie rolled towards him, resting on her elbow with her
face cradled in her palm. She gazed down at him, enthralled by what just
happened.

Ty laughed quietly,
shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “Oh my God,” he said
with a crooked grin. If he was trying to mask his emotion, the wonder on his
face and the hunger in his eyes belied it. He appeared just as blown away by
the intensity as she. Intending to drop a quick kiss on his lips, Sherrie found
her head trapped by a large hand and the simple peck of their lips deepened
into something with much more meaning.

“What was that dance
called?” Sherrie asked when he released her. She trailed a finger down the
center of his chest, fascinated by the way his skin quivered under her caress.

“It was a rumba,” Ty
said, his voice hoarse. “Why?”

It was Sherrie’s turn
to shake her head in disbelief. “That was the single, sexiest thing I’ve ever
seen.”

Ty growled and pulled
her on top of him, locking his hands at the small of her back. “If you think
that was sexy, you should see me do it naked.” Then he grasped one of her
thighs to move her body over his erection as his hips began to move
provocatively beneath her.

Sherrie imagined Ty’s
sinewy hard body stripped of clothing, his hips writhing in wild abandon, dancing
only for her…and she whispered, “I can’t wait.”

Epilogue

A sensual Latin beat
wafted through the air, plunging the lounge of the penthouse into darkness,
broken only by the orange glow from the fireplace and the silvery rays of the
moon outside.

The moonlight cast
its glow against the picture windows, throwing shapes across the ceiling in a
unique pattern that belonged only to this night. A movement in the shadows
hugging the corner of the room caught Sherrie’s attention. Her mouth became dry
in anticipation, as the figure began to sway in time with the music.

Ty stepped into the dim
light, smiling in a predatory manner as he walked to where Sherrie sat in the
darkness. Dressed in the black shirt and trousers she’d asked him to wear, he
stopped in the middle of the room and beckoned with a crook of his finger. She
moved to join him, enjoying the swish of the tassels brushing against her
thighs from the mini-dress she wore.

Sherrie knew the very
moment Ty could see her clearly, because his smile deepened with each step she
took. The pride in his eyes could not be mistaken when he saw her dress for the
first time, designed for his eyes only. The sheer ebony lace did nothing to
hide her nipples, nor the black satin thong and stockings she wore beneath the
paper thin wrapper. Her long, satin evening gloves were the only modest thing
she had on, but the way they covered her skin only emphasized the obscenity of
her dress rather than detract from it. Ty’s eyes darkened and he bit his lip, a
sure sign he was in awe.

She took the last few
steps towards him, her hips swaying provocatively with the help of the special
pumps she’d bought. The beautiful heeled shoes were a type she’d never thought
she’d ever wear again since her accident, and they made her feel sexy. If she
limped a little, she didn’t feel it, but more importantly, she didn’t care. Tonight
was all about Ty fulfilling his promise to her.

Six months raced by
since she’d watched Ty dancing in the gym with Diana, and Sherrie knew then she’d
loved him. Since that fateful day, their life together became a whirlwind of
romance and sex, their lust for each other no less intense than it had been
that first night. His home was now her home, and the base for the design
business she’d been able to start once money was no longer an obstacle to her
dreams.

Although they would
never be friends, Sherrie’s relationship with Diana had improved once the ice
queen realized Ty was in love with Sherrie. She’d since moved on to pursue her
career, leaving Ty with no immediate need for a new partner while he focused
solely on the show.

But this night wasn’t
about any of that. Tonight, in celebration of six month’s together, she
intended to ensure he fulfilled his promise to dance naked in her arms. If he’d
guessed at her plan, he didn’t let on, but she had another surprise in store
for him, one he couldn’t possibly know.

She took his hand and
swished her hips, stepping towards him and then away, perfectly executing the
moves one of the dancers had secretly taught her. Ty missed only half a beat before
another proud smile curved his lips, and he pulled her back against his chest
with an effortlessly graceful spin.

Ty’s lips found hers
and she allowed him only a taste before she turned to press her butt against
his pelvis. Writhing against the burgeoning hardness, she smiled secretly as
his impatient hands gripped her hips to hold her closer. Another spin crushed
her breasts against his chest and his thigh slid between hers. Sherrie angled her
head, using her teeth to nip the edges of the ribbon at her shoulders. They
were the only things holding the dress on her body. Ty chuckled as she span
away and waited for him to follow her.

When he slid up
behind her this time, his mouth went to her shoulder and Sherrie felt a tug on
the ribbon. She turned in his arms before he could undo the bow and he sighed,
frustration furrowing his brows. Sherrie kissed him and ran her fingers up his
chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt. She didn’t peel the fabric from his
shoulders but danced away to the edge of the floor to watch from the shadows. Ty
shrugged it off, revealing chiseled abs and a broad chest lightly dusted with
hair. At her insistence, Ty agreed to quit waxing, as she wanted him to be
natural for her.

Hands on hips, he
waited for her, his chest heaving with ragged breaths and his erection
straining the front of his trousers. Sherrie groaned, feeling a heady moisture
gather between her legs by the raw sight of him. Her little game wouldn’t last
much longer if simply staring at him made her this hot and wet.

When she moved closer
to embrace him this time, she allowed his teeth to work on the ties at her
shoulders and he tore at one and then the other. Ty stepped away and held her
hands out to the sides to watch as she gave a little shimmy and the dress slid
down her body to pool in a black cloud at her feet. Ty blew out a stunned
breath as she stood before him in nothing more than the stockings and her
thong.

The subtle clenching
of his jaw was the only warning she got that he’d reached his limit before his
hand snaked out to clutch her hip and drag her body against his, the motion so
sudden, she almost stumbled. A groan of pure need rumbled through his chest as
his lips found hers while his strong hands crushed her body against his.

Sherrie slid her arms
between them to flip open the button of his pants and tear the zipper down. She
urged him backwards with a firm push on his chest, placing her hands on her
hips, waiting for him to get rid of the trousers. Ty slid them off in one fluid
movement, grinning when she gasped in shock as his cock sprung free. The man
clearly had a surprise of his own by not wearing underwear beneath.

Taking the fingertip
of a glove between her teeth, Sherrie tugged it from her hand, desperate to
feel the weight and heat of his erection in her bare palm. Ty stepped forward,
stopping her as she moved to take off the other glove and pulled the arm
sheathed in satin around his body, pressing her hand to his ass. He groaned
again and his prick surged forward into her palm as she wrapped her fingers
around it. He kissed her passionately while caressing her breasts, cupping them
both in his hands and rubbing his thumbs across her nipples. They continued to
sway to the music, lost in the sensual beat.

Sherrie slid away,
certain it was the last time she’d have the willpower to move away from him, and
swung her hips as she turned, letting him see her from every angle as she
hooked a thumb into her thong.

“No!” Ty growled,
rushing forward, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He continued moving
his hips to the rhythm of the music, swaying her body with his. He traced the
flat plains of her stomach with his fingertips and then his hands crawled over
her torso to cup her breasts again.

A gentle nudge at the
back of her knee urged her to take a step forward and he followed her,
repeating the motion until Sherrie was in front of the fireplace and could go
no further. He kissed her neck and bit her shoulder, sliding his hands down her
arms, then lifted them up so she could hold on to the mantle in front of her. His
mouth began a torturous path down her body—down her spine and across her ribs—stopping
only to lick at the curve of her waist and nip the rise of her buttocks. His
tongue traced a path down the inside of a thigh to the back of her knee and she
shook with the need for him to touch her pussy.

Sherrie felt his hair
brush the back of her legs when Ty pushed back up to stand behind her. She whimpered
thinking he’d planned to tease her still, and she thrust her ass out in a
silent plea to touch her where she wanted him to. His mouth found her shoulder
as his hand crawled over her hip, then her stomach, until it finally slipped
inside her panties and his fingers slid over her wet, throbbing puss. Her legs
almost gave way and she would have dropped to her knees if not for the strong
arm he wrapped around her waist. His mouth sucked at her neck while his fingers
rubbed slow, intoxicating circles over her clit…and Sherrie couldn’t handle it
anymore. She gave in to the shuddering beginnings of her climax with a needy
whimper.

Her hips moved of
their own accord, rocking back and forth against his hand as the first
spiraling peak of her orgasm drew her body tight. Somewhere at the edge of her
consciousness, she felt him nudge her ankle with his, urging her to open wider.
His grip tightened on her hip, and suddenly, she felt the hard bulb of his head
nudging her body to open for him. Sherrie’s orgasm intensified as his cock slid
into her with one long, delicious thrust from behind. The combination of his
glorious dick and his skilled hands and mouth giving her everything she wanted
and more, sent her orgasm spinning out of control.

Sherrie shrieked his
name as the climax hit, leaving her trembling and tingling all over. Once the
dizziness passed, Ty grabbed her shoulders to hold her still while he pounded
into her over and over again. Sherrie braced her hands against the mantle and
pushed back with every bit of strength she possessed. A savage groan tore from
him and he fell against her, his hands clutching at her breasts as he slammed
into her with another thrust that almost lifted her feet from the floor.

His fingers found her
clitoris and he pressed them flat against her, holding his hand still and allowing
the rhythm of their bodies to cause the friction she would need to make her
come again. Ty groaned in short ragged gasps, a sure sign that his peak was
near, but with an intensity she’d never heard before. His almost painful cries
echoed around the room, drowning out the music as it became louder.

“Sherrie…I love you,
baby. Come…come for me. Fuck! I can’t hold out…”

His ragged pleas were
all it took to send her tumbling over the edge, just as Ty let out a savage
grunt and his free hand tangled in her hair. Sherrie reached behind to grab his
thighs and urged him to stay buried deep inside her.

When Ty ground to a
halt and collapsed against her back, panting hot breaths across her skin,
Sherrie eased away from him and dropped to the floor, unable to support even
her own weight, never mind his. Ty sank to his knees beside her, laughing
breathlessly as he rolled onto his back to lie panting on the marble tile. He
reached for her and she crawled over to him, nestling her head against his
shoulder as his arms went around her.

The last strains of
the music died away and a silence closed in around them. All Sherrie could hear
was Ty’s heart beating as it thudded beneath her ear. She closed her eyes and
focused on the sound. When it sped up suddenly, and for no apparent reason, she
grinned, thinking he wanted to make love again. She gazed down to his cock,
expecting to find it hard and ready for her.