“This is incredible, Noah.” Her voice is melodious; sweet and slightly raspy. And did I mention awfully close to my ear…
I swallow hard. Maybe I’ve had too much to drink…
But I’m not drunk. I’m more buzzed on her.
“Wanna go dancing?” I blurt out, and she glances at me, appearing mildly shocked by my sudden invitation. “I mean, Sensay is pretty cool. The music is decent…”
I don’t understand why this is all falling from my mouth, but it seems based on a deep craving I have to go somewhere darker, where maybe I can return the favor and touch her a little… To my dismay, she looks like she’s waging an internal war. Her face is even more flushed now, possibly from all the drinks. But she’s gawking at me like I’m insane. I hope I didn’t scare her off…
Oh fuck… Maybe she has a boyfriend. Shit… I didn’t even think of that.
But surely she would have mentioned something… We’ve been flirting for hours.
“Um… I don’t know if I should…” She chews on her lip. “I didn’t really plan on staying out late…”
“It’s not late at all,” I grin, giving her my signature bad influence look I’ve perfected over the years. “Come on, Alex. Let’s go have some fun. Celebrate our world domination.”
An uncontrollable smile overtakes her mouth, and she nods slowly. “Okay… We can go dance. Just a little.”
“Little dancing,” I bob my head in agreement. “No Swayze moves, I promise.”
She cackles out loud and I have to bite my lip to keep my enthrall under wraps. I enjoy making her laugh way more than I should at this juncture.
I grab her by the hand and we leave, nodding a brief goodbye at my assistant and my friends who are still gathered around the bar, chatting up another group of acquaintances.
My driver, Jimmy, is waiting outside at the curb. I open the door to his Navigator for Alex, sneaking a peek at her butt while she hops in. For a small, relatively petite girl, she definitely has a nice perky ass going on. I haven’t really been able to peep her tit situation yet, because her crop-tee is sort of baggy, but I’m internally desperate to find out what she looks like naked.
Though if I’m being honest, I don’t really get the one-night-stand vibe from Alex. She’s a very cool girl, and as much as I’m itching for her body pressed up against mine, I’ve enjoyed talking to her more than I have with any other girl in as long as I can remember. She fun, interesting, quirky and wildly alluring. The ultimate combo.
I’m having a great time, let’s just leave it at that for now.
Once I’m settled in the backseat adjacent to Alex, I tell Jimmy to bring us to Sensay, the club near my place, and he speeds off into the night, cruising the Manhattan streets toward our destination.
I peek at Alex. She doesn’t look wasted or anything which is a relief, but she’s gone quiet on me, staring vacantly out the window. I make a snap decision to reach out and hold her hand, but she flinches, which has me pulling back. Shit. I shouldn’t have done that. Hands to yourself, Richards.
“Sorry…” she whispers with an awkward chuckle. “You scared me.”
She slides her hand back to mine and touches me, hesitant, as if she’s testing the waters.
“I don’t want to scare you…” I hum, tracing the flower on her wrist with my thumb.
“You don’t,” she jumps in, reassuringly, though her eyes are wide.
I don’t know what to think about this girl. She seems a little flighty. It’s probably not a good idea to get my hopes up for anything, since she clearly has something going on…
But I wouldn’t be able to end the night yet if I tried.
“We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to,” I mutter, contradicting my own desires to give her an out. If it’s what she wants… “I can bring you home right now.”
Alex regards me with a look of awe, then takes a visibly deep breath. “Noah, I’m having fun with you. I want to go out. I haven’t been dancing in as long as I can remember.” She smiles, showing me her straight, pearly white teeth.
I can’t ignore the bubbling excitement popping inside me like Pop Rocks. Her fingers slide through mine as she stares down at our hands. It’s like she’s examining mine and I’m not sure why, but I like it.
Ten minutes later, we arrive at Sensay. Jimmy gets the doors for us, and we walk to the entrance, separate but close, assessing our surroundings. I’m glad it’s Monday, and getting cooler out, because in the summer this place is always jam-packed, even more so on weekends. Tonight is pretty mellow, which I have to appreciate. Alex seems like she might startle easy, and I don’t need paparazzi snapping pictures of us, or fans approaching when I’m just trying to get closer to her without accidentally crossing some line and frightening her away.
Inside I buy us drinks at the bar. We both sip Macallan on the rocks as the loud music thumps around us, enveloping our bodies in a pocket of pop-dubstep mixes. We wander the perimeter of the club until we find a slightly secluded area, where we kill our drinks while staring at each other.
It’s a little too loud to talk when we’re this far apart, but I’m alright with it because I’m not exactly sure what I would say right now, anyway. An overwhelming urge ripples through my limbs, a strong want to get next to her… To close the gap. Despite how unexpected it is, I’m captivated by this gorgeous, enigmatic little woman. Just being near her is making me several degrees warmer than usual.
She sets her glass down on a nearby table and steps up to my front, and I’m momentarily frozen in bemused anticipation. My breath shallows as her hand runs up my arm, and now I can do nothing more than follow her lead, dropping off my glass and reaching for her waist. I move slow and easy, so as not to scare her off as she gazes up at me, watching my face closely, for what I’m not sure.
Then she glides both hands up my frame, touching my chest and shoulders before draping her arms around my neck. I pull her flush against me by her hips and she gasps, then giggles; a quiet vibration that gives me chills. I grin down at her gorgeous face, holding onto her tight.
And we start to dance.
I’m not a big dancer, but I have to say I’m obsessed with the feeling of her tits on my chest, squishing into me while we grind our bodies together slow and steady. The rhythm of the music is quixotic, the bass beating through the speakers mirroring the drumming of my heart; hard, out of me and into Alex.
The way her small body fits with my much bigger one is encouraging. I have a full head on her, so it’s even more of a move when I lean down to tuck my face into the crook of her neck. I inhale her scent and I’m already coming undone, which is just so bizarre I don’t know what to make of it. She smells incredible, like strawberries and vanilla and gardenia. God, I’m dying here.
She writhes against me, her fingernails tenderly scratching the nape of my neck, in my hair. I couldn’t help the groan that escapes me if I tried, my breath hot on her warmed skin. I feel her shudder, and my hand slips onto the top of her ass.
This is too good. I’m already sporting a semi, and it’s active work trying not to let myself fully harden. I get the inexplicable sense that our bodies were made to be pressed together like this, which is alarming. I’ve never experienced this before with someone I just met, and I do this with lots of girls, a fact that now has me feeling guilty for some reason.