Chapter 10
It had been a long time since Anna had gone on a real date. Not that she didn’t like dates, but dates were expensive. Usually, they involved her getting dolled up with more clothes or makeup than she could afford, and since she was still in college, there was the occupational hazard of going Dutch. That was what happened when you went out with another student, but now she was fishing in bigger waters. Dom was a whole lot of man, his pockets and his tastes confirmed that. Right away, Anna could tell everyone who waited in line was thirty or older. Her step faltered as they approached the door, but Dom held her arm tight enough to stop her fall.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a smirk. “I know the guy at the door.”
“Domenico.”
Domenico. She’d never heard his full name before until now.
“Victor.”
He was tall, with buzzed hair and mean eyes. Dressed from head to toe in black, his body appeared to be a menacing shadow guarding the club door. His muscles were bulging, and had she been standing alone, she would have run away. The only thing keeping her from fleeing was the assuring grip Dom had on her waist.
Victor stared a little too closely at Anna, making clear he knew she didn’t meet the age requirement. With a parting glance at Dom, he let them in.
“Enjoy.”
The club was a high-end cocktail bar surrounding a large dance floor. The music and the lighting made clear what the banner above the entrance stated. Saturday is Salsa Night.
Anna panted in panic. She wasn’t much of a dancer to begin with. She was a university student, for Christ's sake. Her experience with bars and dancing consisted of head bobbing and arms waving in the air. When she imagined dancing, this was not the kind of dancing she was thinking about.
Dom clenched her hand with reassurance, and she might have believed him if there weren’t already a few couples on the dance floor killing it. Just watching them was electric. They moved together like waves, on each other one minute then twirling away the next. It was sex on a dance floor, and there was no way she could do anything close to that.
“Come on,” he said into her ear over the loud music. “You look like you need a drink.”
She needed more than that. She needed a lifeline, more like a life vest, because if she got anywhere near that dance floor, she would be drowning in failure and not being able to measure up. Those people looked like professionals.
They sat at the bar, pivoting to get a good view of the dance floor. Anna sat mesmerized, both horrified and impressed by their moves. She didn’t even notice that Dom had already ordered for her.
“I got you something sweet.”
A daiquiri. Just what she needed. Sweet enough for her to gulp it down.
“Woah! Slow down.”
It was a daiquiri, not tequila. She would be okay for a while.
“I’m alright.”
Dom smiled as if she was his private joke and sipped his cognac. It wasn’t long before a song came on that grabbed his attention.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand to lead her to the dance floor. “I love this song.”
“Wait!” She resisted only a little, afraid to cause a scene. He pulled her along as if she weighed nothing. She was acting like a pig being dragged to the slaughter.
“Dom, you don’t understand,” she said between clenched teeth and a fake smile. “I can’t. I don’t know how.”
But it was too late. They were already there on the smooth floor among bodies lost in the rhythm of the song.
She threw her arms around his neck, reminiscent to a high school prom dance, and pleaded. “This is a mistake. I don’t know how to dance like this. Just let me go, and I’ll wait at the bar.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want another dance partner.” He leaned back far enough for her to see the confidence in his eyes. “Follow my lead.”
Anna couldn’t remember the last time she'd followed any man, but she had no other choice. She let him guide her hands until they were properly positioned and started to move them. She held her body loosely, pliant and ready for a catastrophe, but magic happened. He was amazing, and somehow she was floating along with him. His hands held tight to her lower back, clenching tighter when he yanked her towards him so close their lips almost touched. His eyes made her forget they were on the dance floor, and as she leaned in to kiss him, he turned her, spinning her body so she was facing the other way.
The song was torture, not stopping to give her a break, just like his dance moves. His hand on the small of her abdomen, his fingertips brushing her breasts as he turned her again, him pressing her back into him and feeling the hardness of an impressive cock. Their hips swiveled together, rocking back and forth, making her wet with wanting. If this was how hard he was on the dancing floor, she couldn’t imagine how big and hard he’d be in the bedroom.
The music pulsed through her body, making her slink across the floor. It was as if an Argentinian possessed her body for a moment. She was not the girl with two left feet anymore. With Dom leading her, she looked like she knew what she was doing, and everything she was doing was turning him on.
“Il mio fiore,” he whispered to her. She gasped as his breath tickled her ear. What the hell was he saying? Her insides quivered, wondering if it was as dirty as their dancing. “You’re doing perfectly.”
Her sex clenched at his voice. Somehow what she imagined would be the most embarrassing moment of her life turned into the hottest. It was sexy, the way he controlled her, ruled her to bend, twirl, and gyrate for him and on him. Nobody could make her body do the things he was doing to her, and she didn’t want him to stop.
And just like that, the bass sounded one last time, and the song came to an end.
Dom helped her stagger off the dance floor. She would have fallen over without him. It wasn't the drinks that made her feet unsure. It was the way Dom rocked her body. She felt like they just fucked salsa style, and damn her, because she wanted to do it again.
She bit her lips, watching him, wondering what was next as he leaned over the bar to order another drink.
“Don’t worry; we’re going to do that again.”
And they did. Dom treated her to several moves and songs on the dance floor. They danced and drank fancy cocktails with no regard for the time. Anna only knew the time because she used her phone as a hand mirror before Dom pulled her to dance to a slow song.
If fast salsa was fucking, slow salsa was making love. Dom made sure she felt every inch of him, from the way his hips moved to the strength in his arms when he held her up, and the comfort of his chest. He twirled her so she was facing him, and she gasped at the sadness in his eyes.
“I hate to say it, but I better be getting you home.”
She sighed, but didn’t agree. With Dom, she would have stayed until the next day. “Where are you staying?” He was a long way from home and had been drinking.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head. I rented a hotel for the night.”
She nodded without looking up. There was no chance he’d try to stay the night in her bed.
His finger slid under her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His gaze fixed on hers, so clear and piercing she could swear she saw right into his soul. “I don’t want this night to end.”
The entire night he teased her, touching her, rousing her, and making her feel alive. Drinking hadn’t helped. That liquor made her skin feel heated, and her thoughts went straight to sex. Even though he had been a perfect gentleman, she was tired of letting him get away.
“It doesn’t have to be.”
His eyes widened with surprise before his lips were on hers.
She moaned into his mouth. His kiss lit a fuse inside of her, and it was fireworks. Fucking fireworks.
She arched into him, wild and demanding, raging out of control and completely forgetting where they were, but Dom didn’t release her or hold back. His mouth ravaged hers, totally possessing her tongue. His body smothered hers, and she was powerless to the desire consuming her with a raging flame.
Jesus!
He pulled back, taking her body in with a hungry sweep of his gaze. She shivered, feeling it like a touch.
“Let me go pay the bill. We need a cab.”
Hell yeah, they did. The hotel room was waiting, and Anna wasn’t sure they would make it.