Dance Like Nobody's Watching (4 page)

By the time
she even thought about the fact he was undressing her, the dress lay pooled at
her feet, followed closely with the panties sliding over her hips by his
impatient hands. The dress hadn’t allowed for a bra and Ty gave her a slow,
sexy smile of approval as he looked up at her.

“God...you are
so beautiful, Sherrie. You know that, right?”

The husky edge
to his voice and the hunger in his eyes told her he meant every word. His gaze
crawled over her thighs, across her stomach and up to her breasts and she could
almost feel his stare. Ty buried his hands into her hair as his lips found hers
and he slid his tongue into her open mouth.

Sherrie sank
back down onto the bed when he released her. She stared at his cock only inches
away from her face. The deep throbbing between her legs had her aching to touch
him. She reached out and placed her hands on his thighs, gliding her thumbs
over his muscles. Ty stepped closer to stroke her hair and she thought she
heard him whisper her name. Sherrie leaned in and ran her lips across his
stomach again, darting her tongue against his flesh. His hands curled in her
hair, gently holding her closer and Sherrie felt a shudder ripple up through
him. She grabbed his ass to hold him still when her head sank lower.

“Sherrie,” he
said, his voice weak, “I don’t know if I can…”

“Don’t you
want me to?” She looked up into his face, unable to see his eyes clearly in the
semi-darkness. She flicked her tongue out and grazed the wet tip of his penis. Ty
jerked and groaned in response. “Shall I stop?”

He shook his
head with a slight gasp. Sherrie trailed a hand over his hip and wrapped her
fingers around the base of his erection. His low growl vibrated through the air
around her, quickening her pulse as she sucked the first hard inch of his cock
into her mouth. One of Ty’s hands clenched in her hair while the other reached
down to caress her breast, grasping it hard as another spasm soared through
him. Sherrie slid as much of him into her mouth as she could, clenching the
thick base of his prick with her hand, moaning against him, the taste of Ty on
her tongue making her body burn.

“Stop.” He
freed himself from her hungry lips with a sudden backward jerk.

“Did I hurt
you?”

Ty shook his
head. “I’m too hot for you and I can’t take much more of that.”

He kneeled
down in front of her and took her face in his hands, kissing her slowly at
first, growing more urgent as he pushed her down to lie back on the bed. Ty
leaned over Sherrie, trailing his lips and tongue down her neck to her breasts
where he sucked and teased at her nipples. Her hands played across his
shoulders and back, trying to pull him down on top of her, but he resisted,
determined it seemed to stay where he was.

Just as she
was about to voice her frustration, his lips trailed a path around her navel. Ty’s
hands moved on, stroking her calves and pulling the one with the cast up to
bend at the knee. He loosened the Velcro straps on the support and slid the
rigid plastic off the end of her leg. He threw it to the floor without
hesitation and Sherrie smiled, happy he’d treated it with no more reverence or
care than he would a shoe.

Ty slid down
and pressed a soft kiss on her knee, ignoring or maybe not caring about the
scars crisscrossing her calf as he placed himself between Sherrie’s thighs and
spread her legs wide. She heard him suck in a ragged breath as she opened for
him and he dropped his mouth down to nibble at her inner thigh, sucking the
soft skin between his lips. His fingers massaged in slow, lazy circles, moving
closer and closer to her pussy and Sherrie held her breath as he finally
dragged a thick knuckle across her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through
her entire body.

“Ty!” She
cried out, her hands weaving into his hair as his fingers continued to explore
her, running them up and down her flesh as if feeling how wet he’d made her.
Ty’s satisfied grunt told her he liked what he found.

Parting her wet
folds, he leaned in and nuzzled her, moaning as he flicked his tongue over her
for the first time. Sherrie’s body jerked from the bed, and every time he
branded her with his hungry mouth, her hips moved with his rhythm, quiet cries
escaping from her lips with every breath. Ty added a finger to her torture when
he slid it inside her pussy, testing her resistance before adding another. Her
hands grabbed at his, forcing his fingers deeper inside. Ty’s thumb moved to
press against her clit while he allowed her to pump his fingers into her. As he
watched her through half-lidded eyes, clearly enjoying her reaction to his
attention, combined with the sound of his shaky groan, shoved Sherrie over the
edge into blissful orgasm.

Sherrie’s
breath caught in her throat and stars exploded behind her eyes as she squeezed
them tightly shut. Her body rose from the bed in one orgasmic surge as she lost
the ability to control her reactions. She heard moans then loud cries and
paused in confusion before realizing it was her making the sounds. Ty’s hand
pulled at her hip, forcing her harder down onto his fingers and pushing deeper
still. He thrust faster and harder as new waves of pleasure sent her body
crashing back down to the bed, the endless throbbing of her climax making her
pussy convulse around him.

Ty smiled
against her inner thigh as she came back down to earth. He crawled up the bed
to place a hard kiss on her mouth, his lips crushing hers, making her feel
dizzy while she struggled to regain her breath. Sherrie wrapped her arms around
him and spread her legs wide so he could settle between them. Ty hesitated.

“I just need
to get something from my pocket,” he said, and started to rise. Sherrie stilled
him with a hand on his forearm.

“Top drawer.” She
pointed to the small bedside cabinet.

Ty sheathed himself
quickly, gasping as he settled the latex ring at the base of his cock. Coming
back to her, he ran the tip of his dick along her folds before placing himself
at her entrance.

Sherrie
struggled to keep her eyes open through the haze of need overwhelming her, and
then she felt the tip of his bulbous head nudge between her lips. As soon as he
moved to push against her, Sherrie’s hips arched up to meet him, urging him
inside. Ty slid in to the hilt, aided by her wetness, and she gasped at his
fullness. He placed a hand under her ass, lifting her a little as he slid in
and out of her again. Her loud gasp as he sank even deeper the second time
caused him to pause.

“Are you okay,
Sherrie?”

“Don’t you
dare stop,” she half-cried, half-moaned, placing her hands on his hips, holding
him tight.

His body
reacted to her words. Ty moved gently but firmly, pulling out to the tip before
slamming into her again, one arm supporting his weight while the other pulled
her leg up over his hip. He grunted softly, moving over her, breathing against
her cheek as his thrusts became faster and harder.

 
“Fuck! You’re so wet,” he said, “so warm and
wet. Your body feels...God, oh God…” He kissed her urgently, his mouth covering
hers as he moaned with every breath. She felt him pulse inside her, his entire
body shaking in orgasm.

Ty’s arms
shook as he lifted his body from hers and collapsed onto his back beside her. Handing
him a tissue to wrap the condom in, she pulled a sheet up over her body,
feeling exposed now that the raging lust began to settle between them. He slid
under the sheet with her, nuzzling her neck with his slightly bristled jaw as
he blew out a sigh. “I hope you’re gonna let me stay, because I don’t think I
can move,” he said, his breath tickling her skin.

Sherrie smiled
and nodded, sinking down beside him at his satisfied groan. His arm snaked
around her torso, pulling her into his chest. She thought about asking him if
he needed the alarm set, but the sound of his gentle snore banished the thought.

About to drift
off to sleep, Sherrie suddenly found herself wide awake again when a niggling
worry wormed its way into her brain.
What
if things got weird at work?
Ty might decide he’d had his fun and didn’t
want some little nobody with a crush following him around the studio. She dismissed
the idea immediately. He had too much class to act that way. If tonight was all
they had, well...she wouldn’t ask for more.
 

Another
thought occurred to her, one that sent her heartbeat racing and made her body
tingle in anticipation. What if Ty was the one asking for more?

Chapter Three

Wednesday dawned with no further contact from Ty despite having
to practically push him out of the door after their night together. They’d
awoken the morning after the party and turned to each other again and again. Hours
slipped by in a haze of sex, sleepy banter and tangling toes under the sheets. Only
the need to keep her regular Sunday afternoon visit to her parents later that
day, forced them out of bed.

Sherrie pushed her way through the double doors leading into
the entrance hall of the studio, hoping she wouldn’t see him at work. Not yet. Not
until she could look at him without wanting to beg him to take her back to bed
and do it all over again. Since he’d failed to call her, obviously Ty didn’t
care if he saw her again. In that case, neither did she. She’d put her trust in
him, gave herself to him, and now Sherrie felt used and alone. Her next
assignment should ensure that their paths didn’t have any reason to cross.

The meeting with her new producer on Monday had gone well
and Sherrie felt cautiously optimistic. More money, responsibility, and not
having to deal with the temperamental Baz anymore, felt like a dream come true.
So why was the night with Ty all she could think about?

Having him should’ve eased her huge crush. It always worked
in the past with other guys. Sherrie pushed the thought away. Falling for a
player like Ty would be idiotic, even for her. He was at the top of his game,
well-known in the ballroom dancing industry…so what would he want from a simple
seamstress like her? She knew people who indulged in one night stands should expect
no more than that—one night—but it wasn’t enough. Not for her at least.

At first, things seemed to be going her way. Wednesday was a
quiet day for her and she wouldn’t be needed until the following morning. Sherrie
could get in and out of work—hopefully without bumping into Ty—after she’d
collected a few things. She made her way down to the costume area to gather the
last of her stuff in preparation for the move to a new studio. She paused,
groaning as she heard a familiar voice echoing down the hall, through the open
door. Diana’s strident tones reached her ears and Sherrie prayed she would get
away without bumping into Ty’s dance partner. Whoever Diana was speaking to
didn’t have much to say—or maybe just didn’t have a chance to butt in as the
woman droned on and on.

“It was embarrassing.” Diana stopped right outside Sherrie’s
hiding place and she froze, hoping she wouldn’t give herself away. “Everyone
was asking me where you had gone.”

“Since when do I have to explain myself to you? I went home
early, that’s all.”

Why was Ty explaining
himself to Diana and sounding so…apologetic?

Diana pushed on. “Alone?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Darling, I am simply concerned about your reputation.” Sherrie
could picture the acid look the woman would have in her eyes as she spoke. “But
many of us thought it funny that you disappeared at exactly the same time as
the handicapped girl.”

“Her name is Sherrie.” His voice sounded weary.
Or maybe regretful
?

“Whatever. Why so defensive, sweetie? I think it’s sweet of you
to pay her so much attention. But is it really fair?”

Heavy footsteps in the hall made Sherrie think he’d walked
away but his voice seemed as loud as before.
 
Maybe he
was pacing?
“Get to the point, Diana. I don’t have time for this.”

Diana laughed. “My point is, do you think it’s kind to lead
her on?”

“What makes you think I did? We left the party at the same
time and you think it means something happened between us?” Sherrie covered her
mouth to suppress a gasp.
Had she really
just heard him deny that they’d spent the night together?

Diana persisted. “Someone saw her getting into your limo,
Ty. Gossip is all over the studio.”

“So I gave her a lift home. Big deal. Why do you care?”

“I don’t, not really.” Sherrie would bet everything she possessed
that nobody but Diana cared who Ty left the party with. “Except to say that you
are taking your charitable efforts a little too far.”

“You’re a real piece of work, lady. What the hell do you
mean by that?”

“Oh, you know, singling her out and making her feel special.
Quite brought a tear to my eye.”

“Look—”

Whatever Ty had been about to say was lost in the clatter as
Sherrie accidentally knocked over a trolley. She thought about picking up the
scattered contents, but chose instead to watch them roll across the floor, rather
than drag her gaze upwards when the door opened wider.