CHAPTER ELEVEN
Beth
“Welcome Ladies and Gents, I see we have some new students joining us. My name is Veronica. But please, call me Ronnie. Shall we get started?” I admired Ronnie, she had a real zest for life that I loved about her, and in truth, was a little envious of.
The group agrees in unison. Ronnie walks the group through the first couple of basic steps, and surprisingly, Nash does not have the two left feet he claimed to have. For someone of his build and size, he moves quite impressively smooth.
“Sweetheart, this is not your first time here is it?” From the arch of his brow, I expect that his question was rhetorical, and it causes me to giggle quietly.
“I may have taken a few classes before. But I think you are a bit of a dark horse yourself, Mr. Gibson, you don’t seem to be as inexperienced as you led me to believe.”
“I never said I had no experience, I just said it had been a while. In fact, it has been well over fifteen years since I’ve taken a dance class.” Nash did a couple of hip movements, pulled me into him and dipped me. “My Mum would be completely head over heels for you right now if she could see us.” I can feel his warm breath against my cheeks, I think he is about to kiss me when he pulls us both back upright.
It appears the rest of the class had been watching us, as there is an eruption of applause. Nash takes a bow while I’m too stunned to do anything but blush.
“Let’s take a break guys, we will rehydrate and then pick up again in fifteen.” Ronnie gives us all a moment to catch our breath; there are some refreshments on a table at the far end of the dance floor to be taken advantage of.
“Hey, Beth.” Turning, I see the greeting has come from Samuel, he’d been my regular partner before new students started to join, needing the attention of his expertise.
“Oh hi, Samuel. I didn’t realise you were going to be here tonight.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Nash tense. “Nash, this is Samuel, he is Ronnie’s son. He used to be my dance partner before he dumped me.”
“I did not dump you, Beth, you just got too good for me.” I see his eyes roam over Nash and I couldn’t fault him for that, Nash looked like sex on legs tonight. “Looks to me like you’ve had a better offer anyway.”
“Nice to meet you, Samuel.” Nash extends his hand and Samuel clasps it with a weak gesture of a handshake.
Ronnie claps her hands together to get everyone’s attention, “People let’s get ready to move again.”
I feel the warmth of Nash’s hand resting on the small of my back as he guides me back to the near center of the room.
“You ready for this, sweetheart?” He purrs into my ear, and without waiting for an answer he kisses my temple before he pushes me out into a spin and pulls me back into him. He shuffles his feet a couple of steps before spinning me again. To say the way that Nash moves is impressive would be an understatement. From the stilled audience watching us again, I could see that I’m not the only one impressed, Nash is being carefully watched by the other women and some of the men in our class.
“Do you think they would notice if we cut out of class early, Beth?”
“I am not sure they would notice if I did, but you definitely have some fans.”
Nash does not even look up, he keeps his eyes fixed on mine, “I need to take you home right now, you have been testing my patience all night with the way you move your body and I’m only a mere male, Beth.”
If the flaming desire in his eyes was anything to go by I could see he was not kidding about his intentions.
“Ronnie, Beth and I need to leave, thank you so much for allowing me to join your class. It was a pleasure.” Nash still has not averted his gaze; instead, he takes my hand and kisses my knuckles before leading me from the studio.
He’s on the phone as soon as we step outside calling for the car to come and collect us.
Nash backs me up against the wall, caging me in with his arms. The scent of his aftershave is mixed with the sweat we had just worked up, and the combination is intoxicating.
“Have you slept with Samuel?” His tone is not accusing but it does hold an edge to it. Possessive jealousy if I had to pinpoint.
“What?” I’m finding it hard to concentrate on anything but his lips and what I need to do to have them on mine. Lifting my eyes to his, his are filled with carnal desire.
“Bethany, have you had sex with Samuel?” He practically growls now. And I find it hard to contain my laughter.
“No,m Nash, I’m not exactly his type.”
“Are you kidding me, you’re fucking gorgeous, how can you not be his type?”
“You’re more his type than I am, Joe is his type. In fact, Samuel and Joe live together. They are practically married.” It takes a moment for the truth to sink in for Nash.
“He’s gay?”
I can no longer hold back the laughter, and it erupts from my lips. “Yes, they are very much in love, you big jealous idiot.” Nash howls with laughter, joining me in on how ludicrous his outburst had been.
When the car pulls to the curb I don’t wait for the driver to open my door, I push it open myself and climb the stairs.
I hear Nash’s footsteps behind me, so I know he is following, and my heart starts to race. I am only one step in the door before Nash spins me to face him, my bag drops to the ground in the hallways and my hands collide with his hard chest. Without a word Nash’s mouth crashes on to mine, the kiss is hot and demanding. He walks me backward into the living room until the back of my legs bump into the sofa.
Only when we are breathing hard does he break the kiss, the air from my lungs stolen by our kiss. “God, I have been desperate to do that since before we left the class.”
The confusion must have been easily read on my face because it prompts Nash to continue. “I couldn’t trust myself to kiss you before we got home. Sweetheart, I have not been able to think of anything but the things I wanted to do with those red lips of yours since you walked out here earlier.” He cups my face with his palms. The look in his eyes causes my breath to catch, the intensity radiates from him. “Shower first, sweetheart. Then, I’m going to fuck that mouth and tight wet pussy of yours.”
Not for the first time in my life it occurs to me that I might just not survive this man.