Page 5 of Date Me (The Keatyn Chronicles 3)
“Fine. Cleat attack. ”
“Now I know why you’re such a good goalie,” I say, further examining his hands.
“Because I'm fast. ” He quickly slaps the top of my hands. Like the game Damian and I could play for hours when we were kids.
I slap his hands back quickly before he can pull them away. “Not fast enough,” I say with a smirk. I grab his hands again and hold them up, scrutinizing them. “They’re too big for your body. ”
“What do you mean?”
“Proportionately. They’re off. They’re too big. ” I tilt my head and look at him. Size up his six-foot-two-inch frame. “That, or you’re not done growing yet. ”
“I’m probably not done growing yet,” he shrugs, then starts doing the robot to the music.
It makes me laugh. “You so know how to dance. ”
“Naw, you’re just a really good teacher. I couldn’t do this until today. ”
“You’re such a liar. How do you know how to dance like this? You dance alone in your room
to music videos or something?”
“No. I have a bossy older sister. ”
“So?”
“So, instead of wanting to play school or Barbies, she wanted to play dance instructor. If I played nice, she snuck me cookies. ”
“So everyone at school knows you can dance like this but me, right? Very funny. Ha. Ha. You tricked me. ”
He takes a step closer to me, wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me in. His leg moves between mine. Our lower halves have never been entwined like this except for in my daydream. His leg feels even warmer than it did in the dream. Like it's radiating energy into my thighs.
“You’re the only one at school who knows I can dance like this. Well, besides my sister. ”
“Why?”
“Because it's embarrassing. You asked me if I was in a boy band witness protection program or something. ”
“Ohmigawd, did your mom video tape it? I'm so asking your sister. ”
He tries not to laugh. “You are not. Or you'll be in trouble. ”
“Oh, really?” I sass, putting my face right in front of his. “What kind of trouble?”
He grabs my butt cheeks firmly in each hand, squeezes them, and raises an eyebrow at me in challenge.
Oh, two can play this game.
I grab the back of his jeans.
Jeans I hardly ever see him wear. Jeans that sit low on his hips. The Cougars soccer T-shirt that he’s wearing just barely meets the thick band of his underwear.
I pull his shirt up over his head and toss it on the floor.
As he slides his hands down my sides, I take a moment to touch those hips. Touch the edge of the deep-V that is now visible.
I try not to think about what isn’t visible.
“You gonna do that at the dance?”
“Maybe. ” I place my palms firmly on his pecs. Close my eyes and dance with him.
I run my hands over his chest, grind on his leg, move to the beat.
We dance well together.
I seem to know what he’s going to do before he does it.
Another one of my favorite songs comes on, so I push off his chest, jump up and down, then turn around and give him a booty shake. He spins me around and puts his knee back between my legs.
Which means he likes it there.
I grab his shoulders and run my hands across the muscles I have only admired.
He starts a very fast, exaggerated version of a waltz. He pulls me toward him. Spins me out, then spins me so that my back is now pulled tightly against his chest, our arms intertwining.
His hand glides across my bare stomach. I’m still in my dance clothes, and this bra top doesn’t seem as solid a wardrobe choice as it did earlier.
I need more insulation from his electrical touch.
I reach up and wrap my arm around his neck. He drops his head, placing his cheek next to mine. Even though the music is still fast, our bodies have slowed way down. His hands move slowly across my body, leaving little shocks of pleasure in their wake.
The music stops.
My ten-song playlist is over.
I turn around and face him.
Our faces are so close.
Our lips torturously closer.
His hand tangles in my hair, and he looks at me. His eyes are kissing my soul. Caressing me like a lover. They sparkle and shine with both fire and tenderness.
I realize I’ve been holding my breath.
I suck in a big breath of air and back away from him.
I need to get out of here.
Like, now.
“I think you're ready for the dance,” I say, as I grab my jacket off his chair.
He steals it from me and plops down on his futon.
“Dance for me,” he commands.
“Dance for you?”
“Yeah. ”
“You wanna see my Kiki stripper moves?” I laugh. “Cuz I really don’t have any. ”
“No. I want to see you move. Show me your new routine. My sister’s been telling me about it. ”
“I can't show you. It's totally top secret. ”
“It’s either that or I pull you on this futon and make a cheater out of you. ”
At first, I think he’s kidding. But the way he's leaning on the futon. The shadows playing across his face. His hooded eyes. That freaking mouth.
It stops me dead in my tracks.
I would be both pissed and hurt if Dawson danced with someone the way I just danced with Aiden.
I used to be the kind of girl that flirted with everyone and anyone. The old me would flirt with Aiden and lead him on. Vanessa would say it's smart. Smart to have a few guys in reserve that want you. That it keeps the guy you're with on his toes. And if he turns out to be a jerk, you just tee up the next guy.
That might be the kind of girl I was, but it’s not the kind of girl I want to be.
And why is he dancing with me like this when he’s asking someone else to Homecoming? It’s not fair to her either.
I should do the right thing.
“Look, Aiden. It's nice that we’re getting along better. But I like Dawson and I shouldn't have danced with you like that. I don't want to give you the wrong idea. So if I'm going to keep tutoring you, it'll have to be in the library. No more dances. No more almost kisses. No more talking on my neck. ”
“But you and Dawson aren't exclusive. You still aren't wearing the key. So go on a date with me. Date us both. ”
I look at him. Stare into those eyes.
But, I can’t.
I don’t want this.
“I'm sorry, Aiden, but I can’t date a guy like you. A guy that can’t decide if he loves me or hates me. " He's getting ready to counter my argument, but I don't give him the chance. "And I know we had some crazy love at first sight thing, but we obviously would be a disaster together. ”
He grins at me.
Just keeps grinning.
