The Dance (40 page)

The pressure and wetness between my legs was getting more intense with each touch of his hand and word out of his mouth. I clenched my knees together and shifted in his lap, hoping to get some relief. Hart smiled, realizing exactly what I was trying to do. We were so close the tips of our noses rubbed. As his hands returned to the side of my face, Hart’s fingers slipped into my hair as he pulled me to him. The move was confident and assertive. Like he needed me and couldn’t wait any longer.

At first, the kiss was slow and gentle. Hart coaxed my lips open a little more with each touch, until he was fully inside. His tongue was firm as it swirled around mine. My hips began mimicking the rhythm. His hands fell away from my face, traveling down my back and underneath my shirt. My palms roamed over his broad shoulders. They were solid and strong, like they were able to handle anything. When my fingers melted into his blond hair, a deep growl rumbled from the back of his throat.

As if we had read each other’s minds, we both broke the kiss at the same time. Without a word, I was the first to raise my arms as Hart peeled off my shirt, tossing it to the side. The look in his eyes at the first sight of my bare skin and lace-covered breasts was a cross between pure awe and unadulterated hunger. The corners of my mouth drifted up as I took a few seconds enjoying the way his eyes felt on me. Feeling bold, I placed my hands on either side of Hart’s jaw, lifting his face to a deep kiss. I kept the kiss going as I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and slid it up, breaking the kiss just before the shirt slipped over his head. Hart’s upper body looked more incredible than it had felt under my hands. It was toned, hard, muscular, and powerful.

Suddenly, one of his arms wrapped around my waist. Forcefully he tugged me to his chest, our bodies and lips crashing into each other. The skin-on-skin contact sent an explosion of chills up and down my spine. His hand traveled along my ribcage until it was cupping my breast, his thumb gliding over my nipple. Applying pressure to the back of his head, I pulled him farther into my mouth, moaning into his.

Hart pushed on my lower back, gluing me to his chest. We exchanged raspy deep growls, drowning out the music. I was running out of breath but I didn’t want to stop. I was afraid if I backed away even for a second that it would all be over. He would have time to think and decide this was a bad idea after all. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted Hart.

Gasping for breath, he pierced me with his gaze and said, “Are you sure about this?”

My chest rose and fell in heavy rapid pumps as I nodded my answer.

I started to stand but Hart’s arm tightened around my waist, holding me in place. I gazed into his heat filled eyes assuring him I wasn’t moving. My lips made good use of their free time, traveling up and down Hart’s neck as he rolled us into his bedroom.

Entering the room, Hart took me over to the nightstand where I flipped on the lamp. An amber glow filtered through the lampshade, casting shadows over our bodies. Using his fingertips, he caressed from my cheek and down to my neck. His gaze closely following the movement of his hand. As he reached my bra, his breathing visibly picked up speed. My body trembled at the feel of his rough fingers sliding down my strap and gliding across the top of my breasts, tracing the lacey outline.

Hart’s gaze lingered on my mouth before traveling up to my eyes. The expression on his face caused the throbbing between my legs to intensify. He looked as if all of his dreams were about to come true. Leaning in, he nipped at my bottom lip twice, sucking on it hard before diving full throttle into my mouth. I sunk my fingers into his hair and gave it a gentle tug, eliciting a deep moan.

He pulled back, panting. “I want you to stand, unbutton your jeans and push them down your thighs slowly.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

I eased myself off his lap. It wasn’t until I was standing in front of him that it dawned on me, I hadn’t considered the logistics of Hart and me having sex. I knew of his arrangements with the other women over the years, so I assumed he was able to have sex in the normal way. I started to ask but then thought better. I felt safe with him and trusted him to guide me. I bit the inside of my cheek in order to guarantee I kept my mouth shut.

Hart watched intently as I lowered my zipper. As his gaze focused on my striptease, mine stayed glued to him. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down with each hard swallow. His breathing sped up the farther my pants slid down my thighs.

“Step out of them,” he said.

I did, leaving me in the middle of the room in only my black lace bra and matching boy short panties. His gaze moved with meticulous precision up my leg, his hands clenching and unclenching the higher he looked.

“Rub your tits slowly.”

His request caused my knees to buckle. Whenever Will used the word tits, and he always used it, it sounded crude and trashy. But coming from Hart’s mouth coupled with the way he was looking at me made it hot.

My eyes closed as I massaged each breast slowly, throwing in a nipple pinch here and there. Sighs and groans seeped out of me. One hand began sliding down my body toward the top of my panties.

“Stop touching yourself,” Hart growled.

My eyes shot open with the bark of his order. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded like a man who was on the verge of losing control and was trying to hold on to it. A surge of power overtook my body, knowing I’d affected him this much.

“Bryson, I need a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” He headed toward the bathroom.

“What should I do?”

“Wait.”

With Hart out of the room my head had a second to clear. Suddenly, I was very aware of standing almost completely naked in the middle of his bedroom. Not only had I exposed myself to another man for the first time, I touched myself for him. Will asked me all the time to do that in front of him but I never did. I always thought of it as seedy and dirty. But I felt sensual and sexy doing it for Hart.

Minutes later the bathroom door opened and Hart rolled out. He was completely naked except for a towel draped over his lap. My gaze floated over his bare upper body. It had only been out of sight for a short time but long enough for me to miss it. I would never get tired of staring at his muscles or his eyes or his lips. I didn’t know what I expected his legs to look like. Frankly, I hadn’t given them much thought until this moment. They looked like normal legs, bent as any other pair of legs would be while sitting down. They didn’t match the musculature of his upper body, obviously, but they didn’t appear mismatched either.

I stood in silence as Hart moved toward the bed. He looked at me like a starving man.

Extending his hand to me, he said, “Come here.”

I walked to him, slipping my hand in his. He tugged on my arm, bending me forward, and captured my lips.

He ended the kiss but kept his lips connected to mine. “You’re incredible.”

“So are you.”

“I’m going to sit on the edge of the bed.”

“Do you need my help?”

He shook his head. “Just stand there and continue to take my breath away.”

Flutter.

Tingle.

Melt.

Hart aligned himself on the side of the bed as closely as possible. He pulled the comforter back and reached for two of the large pillows, stacking them against the huge solid mahogany headboard. He locked the wheelchair and placed his hands on either side of his thighs. In one impressive fluid motion Hart hoisted himself onto the bed. The towel stayed in place.

I waited for his instructions while he unlocked the chair and pushed it closer to the nightstand. Hart slid his hand under his right knee, moving it an inch to the side. He looked up at me, gauging my reaction to his immobile extremities. I don’t know what he saw in my expression but whatever it was made him smile, which gave me a thrill. With a simple tilt of his chin, I knew he wanted me to come to him. When I was close enough, he took my hand, lacing our fingers together.

Starting at my feet, Hart’s gaze slowly moved up my body, blazing a trail of heat. He took in every inch of me, lingering on my legs, my stomach, my chest, my collarbone, neck, and lips until finally reaching my eyes.

“Kneel in front of me,” he said.

He helped me down as I positioned myself between his legs, sitting back on my heels. Hart cupped the side of my face, running his thumb over my cheek. I closed my eyes, melting into the center of his palm.

“Bryson, look at me.” My eyes opened. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” I paused. “Just remember I’ve not been with . . . I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You’re lovely and sexy. You could never disappoint me. I’m going to take care of you. You trust me?”

“Completely.” The word came out as more of a sigh.

Hart transformed me into a complete puddle on the floor. I had to fight the urge to jump on him. Leaving my face, his hands moved down my neck to my shoulders, sliding down the straps of my bra.

I slowly ran my palms over his thighs. “Can you feel this?”

“No but I can see it.”

For the briefest moment, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. The Hart I’d been privy to was always strong and in control, having adjusted to his situation with complete confidence. He worked hard to achieve his goals and didn’t let his disability hold him back from living a full life. But for that brief moment, I got a glimpse of a Hart who still mourned the loss of his legs. As I blinked back tears the urge to wrap myself around him and never let go washed over me.

If I could just rewind time and go back to that night, I’d do things differently. I hated that I wasn’t by Hart’s side for the most devastating time of his life. I wanted to give him back his legs and his mom. I wanted to take away all his sadness. My heart and body ached and I was powerless to do any of it.

Pushing off my heels, I rose up, bringing us face to face. I shut my eyes hoping to keep the tears from falling but it was too late. The warm touch of Hart’s lips pressed against my cheek.

“Hart, I wish . . .”

Keeping his lips on my skin, he whispered, “There’s nothing you can do to fix it.”

My hands slipped into his hair as his face burrowed in the crook of my neck. “I want to make you happy.” I sighed. “Tell me how.”

“You already know how. You’ve been doing since that day at the pool.”

Hart slipped his hands behind me and unhooked my bra. The release along with the feel of his skin moving over my body caused a shiver to run from my head to my toes. I took a deep breath before letting my bra fall away. Raising his hand, Hart palmed one of my breasts as his thumb glided over my hard nipple.

Leaning in painstakingly slow, he let the anticipation and my temperature spike. Then in a flash, he lunged forward, taking my bottom lip in his mouth and sucked. The slight pressure as his teeth grazed my lip sent high-voltage shockwaves through me. My fingers clenched, digging into his shoulders. As he continued to work my mouth, he cupped my ass and pulled me closer. The second my hard nipples hit his hard chest I thought my head was going to explode.

Feeling the twitch of his erection against my stomach, I broke the kiss, gasping for air. “I want to touch you.”

“Stand up. When I tell you, I need you to grab my ankles and put my legs on the bed.”

I nodded and stood. Placing his hands on either side of him, Hart tilted his chin up to signal me. As he pushed himself up to the head of the bed, I took his ankles and placed his legs stretched out in front of him.

Holding out his hand, he said, “Come here.”

I slipped my palm into his and he tugged me forward. His face was at eye level with my chest. As if he were licking a decadent dessert, his tongue glided back and forth over my nipple before taking as much of my breast into his mouth as possible. My knees trembled to the point of exhaustion. Squeezing my ass, he kept me from collapsing.

His eyes peered up at me. His gaze locked with mine as he slowly let my tit slide out of his mouth. I gasped for air as my fingers dug into his skin. A deep chuckle vibrated against my stomach.

“Straddle me,” he commanded.

I placed my hand flat on the mattress, testing its stability. I climbed up, swung my leg over Hart, and positioned myself on his lap. His hands were in perpetual motion, gliding over my thighs, hips, ass, and back.

I kissed him and whispered against his mouth, “Let me see you.”

He nipped at my bottom lip, giving me silent permission to remove the towel. The feel of his hard dick between my legs caused my body to quake. He gripped my hips as they began to rock back and forth. The friction was exquisite. Hart’s gaze swung from my eyes to my bouncing breasts. I let my head fall back as the first wave of pleasure washed over me.

“Stand up,” he said.

“What?”

“Stand over me.”

“Hart . . .”

“Do it. I promise you won’t regret it.”

I took hold of his hand and he helped me steady myself as I stood with my feet planted on either side of his hips.

Rubbing his hands along the back of my legs, he said, “Grab hold of the headboard.” I looked down at him, questioning. “Do it.”

I did as I was told.