I groaned, letting my body lean back against his warm body. “That sounds delicious, but I still don’t think I have room for anything else yet.” The song changed, and I grabbed onto his hand. “Let’s dance, maybe that’ll help me make some room.”
“Nu-uh.” He pulled his hand backwards, but I didn’t let go. “Me and dancing don’t go together. It’s not a guy thing, Al.”
“Um…do you not recall your cousin’s wedding? You wouldn’t even let me sit down.”
He smirked at me as I looked over my shoulder at him. “That’s because I didn’t want any of my uncles or cousins to get ahold of you. Plus, they’re family, I don’t care if I make an ass out of myself in front of them.”
So, that’s why I ended up with sore feet. It had totally been worth it. “Oh please, there’s no one else here but you and me. I promise, I won’t laugh…too hard,” I added as I walked towards the small cleared area of the deck and turned my body around, placing his reluctant hands onto my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head on his shoulder as we slowly swayed to the music. “See, it’s not so bad, right?”
“Right,” he said, pressing his lips against mine before burying his nose in my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut and let myself get lost in his warmth. The breeze coming in from the ocean was starting to get a little cool so late at night, but I didn’t notice it too much while in Nick’s embrace.
One arm slipped from my waist as the song transitioned into the next, and he dipped me backwards, his forehead coming down to meet mine. “Don’t know how to dance, huh?” I said, giggling as he flipped me back up and twirled me around in a circle by my hand.
“I never said I didn’t know how to dance, I just don’t do it. I was my mom’s favorite dance partner when I was younger. She used to teach me things for hours. It was so embarrassing.”
I smiled, picturing Kelly teaching Nick how to dance when he was a little boy. It was definitely something I could see her doing.
He wrapped his arms back around me, pulling me tight into his body as he backed me up against the railing of the deck. He reached up to tuck a piece of hair back that had escaped my tight bun. “So, you ready for dessert yet?”
I scrunched my nose, shaking my head. “No, are you trying to fatten me up or something?” I poked my stomach, guessing I had gained at least five pounds from what I had already eaten.
He brushed his lips against mine, and I could feel his smile against my lips. “Of course not. I’m ready for dessert, though.” He dropped back, scooping my body up into his arms, and I clung to his neck as he made his way through the patio door and into the house.
“The fridge is back there.” I pushed my thumb towards the direction of the kitchen he had just passed. He flashed a dimple at me, bouncing me once in his arms, before darting his tongue out to lick the side of my neck.
“I have my dessert right here.”
Chapter 22
Nick
I squinted my eyes at the rays of sun that were coming in between the blinds as I slammed my hand down on my alarm. I shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night when I knew I had to get up for work early, but it was worth every second.
The night turned out exactly as I wanted. Ally had been in love with all of the lights that took me and Danny forever to string up, she ate as much as she possibly could, and I even enjoyed the dancing. Holding her body in my arms, how couldn’t I?
Then after I had my dessert, she flipped roles on me, pushing me back as she wedged her body in between my knees. Her head bobbing up and down over my length as her tongue darted out, creating a liquid fire everywhere it touched. I held her hair back as I moaned out her name, pulling up slightly so I could feel her warmness surround me as I finished. The exact ending needed for our perfect night.
I reached out a hand to feel the spot next to me, though I could already sense she wasn’t there. She always ended up sleeping with her body wrapped around mine the entire night. I normally had to pry her off of me in the morning, even though I hated to.
I slid on a pair of boxers, and followed the scent of bacon into the kitchen. There was Ally, in nothing but my black shirt, her blonde hair piled into a messy bun on top of her head, and her bare legs going on for miles. I would love to wake up to this sight every morning.
“Morning,” I whispered into her ear, sliding my hands along her bare thighs until they crept underneath her shirt. Yup, just as I suspected, no underwear. What was this girl trying to do to me?
She swatted at my hands before twisting around and kissing the corner of my mouth. “I’m trying to make you breakfast before you leave. Think you can keep your hands to yourself?” She quirked a brow, while waving the spatula at me, and I backed up with my hands in the air.