The Dancer

by Jordan Silver

  “Open your robe.” My hands itched to touch her.

  She shook her head no and took a step back as her eyes opened wide. She clutched at the neck of the robe and tried to keep it closed; too late.

  I moved forward, she stepped back, like a game of cat and mouse. The pulse in her throat was working overtime and her cheeks held a slight blush.

  Her eyes got that dreamy molten look and her tongue came out to lick her lips as if they were dry.

  I looked down at her chest and saw the pinpoints of her nipples pressing into the soft material of the flimsy robe.

  It hit me like a brick over the head. She was attracted to me no matter how much she tries to hide it. The knowledge was freeing, liberating. It untied some of those knots in my guts and made me feel like less of a fool.

  Then she had to go and open her mouth and push the wrong damn button. “How do you know I’m here alone? I could’ve been…” The fuck is she saying?

  I wrapped my hand around her throat and pushed her back against the nearest wall before she could finish that asinine statement. “Don’t…just, fucking don’t.”

  Just the thought of what she was implying made my guts start up again and did something strange to my heart. I reminded myself that she’d already had one scare already for the night so go easy.

  Chapter 13

  It took me a couple of tries to calm down, to get the image of her in bed with someone else out of my head. She’s right, it never once entered my mind that she might have some other man here.

  That some other dick had gotten there before me. Hell no, I won’t accept that shit. I haven’t done anything in life that fucked up to warrant such a thing happening to me.

  Jealousy was something else new she’d brought me. I’ve never felt it before and didn’t like feeling it now. “Is there someone?” She didn’t answer and I shook her slightly.

  “No, okay, there’s no one here, now get off me.”

  “Do me a favor, don’t ever use that line on me again. You might not be able to bear the consequences.”

  I tilted her head back with the hand I had around her neck and eased my hold on her throat as I studied her eyes. How had I missed it before?

  Was the same thing showing in my eyes?

  Could she see into me the way I did her? Were my feelings as open, bare as hers were? I watched her eyes change until the defiant fire was replaced by another kind of heat. That’s more like it.

  Her lips fell open slightly as if awaiting my kiss and I could already imagine the feel of her soft mouth under my much hungrier one. My heart thundered in my chest and I had a sense of falling.

  There was a mixture of want and fear in her eyes as I pulled her towards me. My heart squeezed when I lowered my head and kissed her, hesitantly at first. I expected her to pull away, to fight me. She bit me.

  “Ouch!” I pulled back and wiped the speck of blood from my lip as I stared down at her in amazement. There’s that fire I expected, craved. I smiled and watched her eyes widen as her pupils dilated.

  She braced as if expecting me to retaliate, but instead I pulled her in even closer and covered her lips with mine again. I went in deeper this time, but held her cheeks in such a way that she couldn’t hurt me or herself.

  She pushed against my shoulders, but I held on, forcing her lips to accept mine. I ignored her futile attempts to escape me because I knew now that they weren’t real, that she was putting up a front.

  Just to test her, I released her lips and just nibbled along the corners, giving her ample time to move if she really wanted to. I was hoping she didn’t fight me, because that one little taste was nowhere near enough to satisfy me.

  My heart raced sickeningly in my chest as I waited for the rejection that never came. She was still too tense for my liking, but I guess it was going to take time for her to relax enough to accept me the way I needed her to.

  I was going on my own instinct here and the belief that what I read in her eyes was interest. What the fuck do I know about this lovey-dovey shit?

  “Open for me!” I ran my tongue along her lip teasingly until she gave in just a little. I could feel the battle raging on inside her and exerted just enough pressure to get her to open her mouth to accept my tongue.

  I half expected her to bite me again, or push at me like she’d done before, but instead my fiery girl went all soft. I was so surprised by the move that I kept my lips still on hers for a few seconds before diving in.

  Her lips became pliant under the forcefulness of mine and she stood still and let me take her over. I closed my eyes and took her all in. The feel of her soft lips, the scent of her skin from her bath.

  It was her that I’d been smelling when I first walked into the room. A sweet flowery scent that played havoc with my senses. The scent was soft and sweet, like her, and only worked to make my hunger grow.

  I released her throat and wrapped my arms around her, drawing her in until our bodies met. I had to lift her with an arm beneath her ass so that she was just where I wanted her.

  She was lucky as fuck that I still had some semblance of control left, or my dick would’ve showed his ass for sure. But I knew without being told that if I tried to fuck her now she’d hurt my ass.

  I was practically lifting her now, her feet no longer touching the floor, but it was like holding a feather. Something else that was new.

  “You’re so tiny.” I nibbled her lips as I grabbed her hair in my fist, sucking her tongue back into my mouth again before she came to her senses. She felt frail in my arms, like I could break her if I wasn’t careful.

  It only made my heart want her more, adding to those confusing feelings I’ve had growing inside me for her. I wanted even more to protect, cherish…love?

  I deepened the kiss, already lost in her and so it took me a minute to realize she was fighting to breathe. I put her back on her feet reluctantly, but didn’t let her go.

  Her eyes were dazed and out of focus for the first few seconds before they cleared. But once they did she wiped a hand across her lips and fumed up at me, but it was too late. I’d already felt and seen her surrender to me.

  I grinned at her, which only seemed to incite her farther and she pulled her foot back and kicked me. “The fuck!” I rubbed my shin as she took that chance to escape me and walk back towards the door.

  “You got what you came for, now please leave!” She held the door open for me, releasing the robe and giving me a perfect view of her body beneath it.

  “Get away from that damn door.” I walked over and slammed it shut again and stood towering over her. She caught me staring down at her legs and tits and pulled the robe closed.

  I smirked and ran a finger down between her cleavage. “Tony told me what a hard time you gave him about getting into the car.” Goosebumps appeared on her flesh and my nostrils flared at the sight of her hard nipples.

  I gave her a look to let her know I wasn’t pleased with her earlier actions. A look she completely ignored as she looked off to the side and not at me.

  I leaned in close and sniffed her before running my nose along the soft flesh of her neck until my lips reached her ear. She held still, her little body tensing up. I could feel the slight tremble in her and was amazed that something so simple could bring me such joy.

  “So he followed you instead.” I continued as I ran my finger along her warm flesh. She swatted at my hand, but I caught her fingers with mine.

  “You made him go all over the fucking city while you tried to lose him. Fucker hasn’t been on the subway in a while; he was shook. Next time I tell you to do something do it.”

  “I don’t answer to you. I can do whatever I want.”

  “You think so?” She breathed in heavily at the look I gave her, but refused to stand down.

  I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck her or spank her ass in that moment, maybe both. Why is she able to twist me up like this? Why am I so fascinated by her and the way she tries so hard to keep me out?

  Was that it?
Was it because she was the only one to ever resist me that I felt this wild need to conquer her? Would I walk away from her like I’ve done so many others after I’ve had her?

  Somehow I no longer thought so. Everything felt different this time, but different in a way I didn’t expect. There was lust, and attraction sure, but they weren’t the front runners.

  There was something softer, much gentler, growing inside me for her. Something I had no words for and no other experience to compare it to.

  It was almost sweet, this feeling and I never do sweet. Sweet is for suckers who get drawn into spider’s webs. Men who wake up one day with regret.

  I’ve avoided traps ever since my college days when it looked like my career was going somewhere. It was one of my biggest fears other than being like my father. Falling for the wrong woman and regretting it for the rest of my life.

  I’d seen my own mother suffer because of a love that turned out to be all bullshit and lies. So I’ve been wary all this time of history repeating itself.

  I never let my heart get involved in any of the relationships I’ve had. And up until now I thought I was in control of that shit.

  I didn’t know that someone could sneak in under my well placed guard so easily. Or make me change who the fuck I am that easily. I looked down at her almost in wonder as my mind relived our short acquaintance.

  And the debate was back on. I didn’t see me wining and dining her and having one of those long drawn out things. I saw her in my apartment, sitting across the breakfast table from me every morning. In my bed; as simple as that.

  Shouldn’t there have been more fanfare? Shouldn’t I have felt some kind of warning? Anything when a man’s life was about to be turned on its ass? Instead she hit me out of the left field and I’m nowhere near prepared.

  Her little eyes peered up at me and once again something in them pulled at the core of me and everything in me softened. I pulled her into me and kissed her forehead gently before pulling back.

  I looked at her now, trying to see what there was about her that captivated me so. I’ve been around beautiful women all my life, but none had ever twisted me up like this.

  As someone with my own good looks and charm, there was no shortage of hot babes in my sphere since my teenage years.

  Though I’ve lusted and had a strong liking for some of the females in my past, none of them had ever made me feel half of what she does.

  Could it really be this easy? Could something that was supposed to last a lifetime really just happen like this? No warning, no build up?

  Or was I making too much of this? And how the hell will I know? What if all this is, is the need for a change, for something new and different?

  The fact that I knew I would hate myself if I hurt her told me that that might not be the case. That for the first time I was really and truly thinking of forever with someone.

  But hadn’t mom believed the same thing? Doesn’t everyone who embarks on one of these scary ass things? The shit isn’t supposed to be this complicated is it?

  Only time would tell I guess. In the meantime what the hell am I supposed to do with these confusing feelings and the slight madness I feel when she’s out of my sight?

  “Look at me.” There was something soft mixed with the defiance that was usually in her eyes when looking at me. Something I know she didn’t want me to see. I studied her eyes as I rubbed my thumb gently along her cheek.

  I’m not exactly sure why I came here tonight. I told myself it was to make sure she was okay, nothing more. But now I’m not so sure.

  Maybe this is what I’d been after, after all. But I had more questions now than I did before I came up those stairs. Like why the fuck I didn’t want to leave her.

  It was more than that. I was already missing her and I hadn’t walked out the door yet. Could already feel the emptiness that had plagued me in Miami.

  I cupped her cheek and ran my thumb over her lip while holding her eyes with mine. “Open!” She obeyed me without hesitation as if under a spell. I know the feeling.

  I teased her tongue with the tip of my thumb before lowering my head for one last kiss. I gave her enough time to refuse, but she stood still and let me in, lifting her head just a little bit more to accept me.

  This kiss was softer, sweeter, deeper, because I now knew what to expect. The quick rush of heat in my blood, the lightness in my head and the fast paced beating of my heart.

  I took it all in, putting it away for later when I was alone. When I could take it out and look at it again and try to figure out what all of this really meant, if anything.

  I kissed her until she was no longer stiff in my arms, and her body melted into mine. Until she returned my kiss reluctantly at first before letting herself give in.

  Only when I felt her tremble did I let her go. I didn’t need to say anything as I looked down at her. We both knew that she’d enjoyed my kiss so there was no room for her to deny it; ever.

  Funnily enough, although I wanted to jump her, I wanted even more to take my time. I wanted to know everything about her. Who she was, where she came from, what she liked? She made me want.

  I may not have known why I followed her here tonight. But I knew I got more than I’d hoped for or expected. She’d returned my kiss, something that pleased me immensely.

  I’d crossed that line in the sand, the one I’d drawn for myself. Whatever I did next would decide where this was going. If I would let shit take its course, or turn back before it was too late.

  Chapter 14

  I stood there looking down at her hating that in a few minutes I was going to be leaving her in this place. She didn’t belong here either.

  Isn’t it strange that the one I wanted to take care of would fight me tooth and nail, while so many others had wished for me to show them even an ounce of this care?

  Don’t rush Max. I knew that with her I’d have to take things nice and slow. That she had as many barriers as I in place. We’ll have to see whose will is stronger.

  I realized that I was already thinking of her as mine. And because of that it was hard for me to leave her here. The shit is going to fuck with me all night I’m sure.

  With one last peck on her lips I stepped away, but found it hard to take my hand away from her face where I’d been holding her in place.

  This time I let her lower her eyes, fascinated by the changes in her. When I’m touching her she seems

  to become a whole different person, going up in flames in my arms. But once I let her go she reverts back to form.

  Already I could see the fire in her eyes as she got ready to blast me with that tongue of hers again no doubt. I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of how much fun it was going to be getting to know her and all her many sides.

  I looked around the squalid surroundings one last time before turning to the door. Yes I hated leaving her here, but knew she’d never agree to go home with me, not yet.

  As I turned the flimsy door knob in my hand, I promised myself that I was going to get her out no matter what she had to say about it. This was no place for her.

  “Lock the door behind me and don’t open it for anyone. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I left before it became too hard to do so, and waited until I heard the chain slip into place and the lock turn, before jogging back down the stairs.

  All the way down I had to fight the urge to turn around and go back. I even played around with the

  idea of sitting downstairs in the car to watch over her. I really had it bad if I was contemplating that shit in this hellhole.

  I could handle myself fine, but since I went pro I never forget the words of my manager at the time. He’d warned me about the shit I would face now that I was a man of means.

  The fact that people would go out of their way to start shit just so they could get some judge to lighten my bank account.

  Growing up it was my life I had to protect and worry about. Something I took care of by staying the fuck out of trouble. Now I have to worry about peo
ple just fucking with me to get paid.

  Tony the worrier was waiting for me right outside the main door to the building instead of sitting in the car like I’d asked him to.

  “At least you made it out in one piece. I don’t see any knife wounds. What, she was feeling mellow?” He looked me over with a grin.

  “Shut up Tony and take me home.”

  “Yes sir. You leaving her here?” Another reason we’re so close, we can practically read each other’s minds. He didn’t like this place any more than I did. Maybe he too was remembering what it was like to live in a place like this.

  “What do you think? If it was anyone else I’m sure I would have them out of there in seconds, but this one’s going to take some work. I have to come up with a plan though, this place is even worse than where we grew up.”

  “Yeah, I kinda got that feeling about her too. She won’t give in too easily.” We went back to the car and I looked up at the building one last time before we drove away.

  I felt more than a little bit uneasy as we pulled off of her street, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

  As someone who’d grown up in this city, I knew there were some who had spent their entire lives in places like this without coming to harm.

  But she stood out here and I knew very well how that shit could lead to danger. She’d already been accosted and I was convinced it hadn’t been a random act of stupidity.

  What if someone else found out where she lives and made trouble for her here as well? I can’t let that happen. But first I have to find out why she’s here in the first place.

  Tony’s voice broke through my inner musings just then. “I got some info for you by the way on Ray Morrison; the guy from the restaurant.”

  I didn’t need him to tell me who that was. I had a feeling that for the next little while that asshole was going to play heavy on my mind.

  “What did you find out?”

  “He’s a low level skell on Wall Street. Didn’t do too well in college, so it looks like someone might’ve put in a good word for him and got him the job.”