during the break, before going home and passing out."
"You're kidding," he says seriously, glancing down at my bare leg before quickly looking away again. His reaction is too funny, making him look more like a nervous teenager than a sexy as hell grown man.
"Nope." I laugh.
"Hey, it's your song!" I exclaim when the first notes to Macklemore's Can't Hold Us fill the ballroom.
All fighters have intro songs that they play when heading into the arena for a cage match. This one is Jude's, the upbeat lyrics talking about " tonight is the night' ” and " we'll fight til’ it's over. "
The speakers crackle before a man's voice says, "Give it up for Silver Spring's own Jude Malone who's partying with us tonight. Come on, Matrix , you've got to show us your dance moves."
I can't believe it, and am so freaking embarrassed when the DJ calls Jude out in front of everyone!
"You heard him. Let's go!" Grabbing my hand, Jude suddenly pulls me to my feet and heads toward the dance floor. I have no choice but to follow, and I have to admit that thinking about rubbing my ass and other parts on this fine man is well worth the embarrassment of looking like a fool.
"Just a warning, I learned all my moves from Dirty Dancing ," he jokes as we make our way through the other bodies grinding to the upbeat song, and of course, staring at us in anticipation of what he's going to do.
I laugh out loud when Jude spins me around so that my back is against his hard chest. Placing my arm up on the back of his neck, his fingers trail slowly down the underside of my arm to my side, Johnny Castle style, causing goosebumps to form and a shudder to run through my body.
Now I know why Baby couldn't hold still.
After that signature move, the crowd on the floor with us cheers with approval. I pull my arm away from his neck, and then Jude rests both of his hands on my hips in a more contemporary fashion while we began to move against each together to the beat.
Feeling his big, muscular frame molded against my backside and surrounding me is enough to ignite a furnace in my lower body. By the end of the next song, I'm not the only one heating up below the belt. I forget how to breathe when his hard length presses firmly against my bottom.
"I'd apologize," Jude's deep voice speaks against my ear. "But that won't make it go away."
Even though I'm surprised that he's turned on dancing with me, I don't want the proof of his arousal to go away. Rolling my hips, I press back harder against his lap and smile to myself when I hear a groan rumble out of his chest.
"Don't do that again," he says gruffly.
When I look up at the other people on the dance floor, a lot of eyes are still on me and Jude. My cheeks flame hot like the inferno in my lower belly in embarrassment, so I take a step forward to put some distance between us.
I forget everyone else in the room except the man behind me when Jude's big, warm palm suddenly spreads across my bare stomach, yanking me flush against his bulge again. My eyes close and I gasp in surprised.
"Changed my mind. Don't stop," he says, burying his nose in my hair. "If feels too fucking good."
My own arousal is no longer just a thought but liquid heat. I try squeezing my thighs together to prevent the sensation but that only makes the warm pulse worsen. I glance over at the door, wondering what I can do to get Jude to agree to take me upstairs, remove our clothes, and try this position again. I want him to take me from behind, hard and rough, and more times than I can count. And I'd give anything to pay homage to his incredible, rock hard body with my mouth, running my tongue over every inch, especially the impressive ones against my ass, making me go crazy.
I'm about to turn around and beg Jude to fulfill my erotic fantasy when I spot him in the crowd.
I freeze from the icy chill caused by seeing Ryder’s lying face. Telling me he loved me and all the other nonsense to get into my panties a few times, then dumping me