COMING MAY 11, 2016
The Dance by Alison G. Bailey
Copyright 2016 …
(Unedited and subject to change prior to publication.)
Hart headed down the hallway toward his bedroom while Butter slinked up in front of me looking for a head rub. As I looked into her warm caramel eyes, I wished I was a dog. Life would be less complicated.
Butter hopped up wagging her tail at the sound of Hart coming back into the room. As he rounded the sofa, her wet black nose sniffed at a large white box with red ribbon he was carrying. He held the box out to me, causing my gaze to bounce from it to his excited expression.
“Open it.” The hint of a smile crossed his lips.
“What is it?”
“If you open it you’ll find out.”
I was in such shock that when I reached for the gift, it looked more like I was picking up a bomb. Sitting the large box on the coffee table, I pulled at one end of the ribbon, causing it to twist undone. Before lifting the lid, I glanced over at Hart. His excitement from earlier seemed to have morphed into nervousness.
Tilting my head, I said, “Nothing’s going to pop out at me, is it?”
“Nothing from the box.”
I took the lid off, placing it to the side before separating the red tissue paper. My chest tightened as I slowly ran my fingertips over the material. Biting my bottom lip, I tried to stop the tears from coming but it was useless.
I looked at him, a continuous streaming running down my cheeks and choked out. “I c-c-an’t be-lieve you did th-is.”
Reaching inside, I pulled out the white chef’s jacket with my name embroidered in black over the pocket.
“I guessed at the size. If it doesn’t work for you I can take it back.”
My head kept shaking back and forth. “When did you have time to do this? I just told you about the job last night.”
Grinning, he said, “I told you this morning I had errands to run.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Your reaction is more than enough.”
Without another word, I folded the jacket and placed it back in the box. I got up and crawled into Hart’s lap. Not wasting anytime, my fingers dove into his hair as I devoured his mouth. My tongue swirling and pushing in as far as it could go. Loud deep moans echoed in the room as his fingers dug into my hips. Heat radiated off our bodies filling the air to the point of suffocation. As much as I tried, I couldn’t seem to get close enough. I grabbed a fistful of his gray sweater, tugging him to me. His hands traveled up my sides, settling on either side of my face. I tore my lips away from his, letting them lick and bite their way over his neck to behind his ear.
“Thank you,” I whispered then nipped at his earlobe. “It’s the sweetest most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
His hand made its way south, sliding up my inner thigh. “You deserve it. You deserve everything.”