Chapter ten: A Slow Dance.

Oh God he had one hand on her waist, tucked in on the top of her hip. His other hand held hers, it was hot, not sweaty just really warm. And his face was inches away from her's as they danced. They moved slowly to the Rolling Stones Wild horses. She couldn't really hear the music due to the rushing of blood in her head. She was in sheer lust with the man, being this close was torture.
His mouth moved to her ear and he whispered down low in his throat 'You're a good dancer...you move really well.' She could feel herself blush at the double meaning in his words. Say something, just say anything dammit she told herself, 'I really love this song' she mumbled. 'Stones eh? I wouldn't have you down as a Stones fan'. 'Umm yeah i guess, just the older stuff' she replied. 'That's funny'Jon said...'funny why?' she said moving away from him. 'Hey no, no. It's just that you have no idea of Bon Jovi yet you recognise the Stones, thought it was a little strange'. She just looked away from his gaze and moved back in closer to him.

They didn't speak for the remainder of the song. Just moving to the music, slowly, avoiding other people on the dance floor but not ever actually seeing them.

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Her hand rested on his lower back, at the slight indent. Whenever he made a step forward as they danced, his leg would move between hers touching ever so slightly. She was highly concious of every contact. She felt as if electricity was sparking between them.
She could smell the hint of aftershave on him, she could feel his back muscles move underneath his suit, she looked at the side of his face god he was gorgeous. Just all of him. She looked until he caught her eye and she quickly looked away, blushing again. But she just couldn't help looking at him, he attacked all her senses, he had a smile on his lips as if he knew how she was feeling.

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Jon held her close as the Stones played in the background, she felt small almost fragile in his hands. He just looked over her shoulder into the distance not seeing anything. Just trying to remain focused, God this girl is tuning me on. Maybe it's the drink, hell maybe it's just because it's been a while.... His thoughts wandered, not making the situation easier. He felt unbearably hot, yet he didn't want to break contact with her, all he wanted was the song to last and to hold her. But at the same time the touches between them were almost unbearable.
He saw her then looking at him, he looked down at her eyes and couldn't help but smile. When he looked down her hair was just below his face, he breathed in the scent. He couldn't get enough.

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After what felt like an eternity the music ended and they pulled away from each other...'Wanna drink?' Jon asked after what felt like minutes of uncomfortable silence. 'Sure'.

She followed him as he turned and walked to the bar, and she couldn't help her eyes trailing to his butt...