Tap Dance (Dance Series)

chapter Twelve



I opened the Fed Ex envelope and found that it contained five unmarked CDs. No note, no letter of explanation. Nothing but the CDs.

I considered loading one into my laptop to see what was on it, but I didn't want to open something that might or might not be trouble.

I already had enough trouble and didn't need to borrow more.

Ram didn't call, and I was kind of disappointed.

That is, until there was a knock on the door during the nine o'clock news that Aunt Estella watched faithfully.

"Who would come by at this hour?" she asked, trying to see out the picture window. She still didn't get it about looking outside at night.

I turned on the porch light and saw that it was Ram. My heart started beating really fast and I felt my breath speed up as I opened the door.

"Good evening, Mrs. Gibson, Marianne."

"Hello, Chief. What brings you to the door at this time of night?"

"Sorry to come by so late. But, I was wondering if Marianne would like to go for a drive."

Hell yeah, Marianne wanted to go for a drive!

"Let me just get my jacket," I mumbled, my feet moving towards the coat closet but my eyes were glued to him.

God, he was gorgeous.

I dug my keys out of my purse and shoved them in the pocket of my jacket as I moved back to him.

To him.

"I'll try not to keep her out too late," Ram said.

"Have fun," Aunt Estella said, her attention already back on the news of a ten car pileup in Denver.

Ram took my hand as we left the house and we practically ran to his truck.

"Hurry, Pyari."

I never put my seat belt on so fast in my life and Ram almost laid rubber getting the truck out of the driveway.

It takes approximately eight and a half minutes to go from my aunt's house to Ram's house.

He made it in five flat.

We both had our seatbelts off before he shoved the truck in park.

And we ran to his front door where he fumbled with the lock.

"Hurry, Ram."

We tumbled through the front door, our mouths fusing before we had even kicked off our shoes.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him before sliding his hands down to cup my bottom.

I was trying to untuck his shirt, to feel his skin.

He picked me up, never losing the connection with our mouths. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

Oh, God.

I loved this position. I was entwined around him and he held me with one hand on my bottom, the other fisted in my hair, as our wet tongues dueled together.

I had the faintest perception that we were moving, but I was caught up in the sensations, the reactions of my body.

He pulled his head away, just far enough away where his lips were pressing lightly against mine.

"First one naked gets to be on top," he murmured against my mouth. His hand released my bottom and I slid my legs down. I released my arm's hold on him.

I was already shrugging off my jacket and had my t-shirt over my head before my feet even touched the floor.

I unhinged my bra with one hand, while I used the other hand to pop the button on my jeans.

The bra dropped and I had my zipper down as fast as I could go.

Since this was a contest with a great prize, I forgot about finesse and shoved my panties down with my jeans, making sure I caught my socks when I stomped my way out of the pile of clothes.

I turned and ran to his huge bed, giggling, knowing I had won!

Yay me!

I had my arms over my head as I did air punches, wiggling in my victory.

Then I glanced at Ram in the dim light from the hallway.

He was still standing in place, fully dressed, watching me.

Devouring me with his eyes.

"Pyari, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," he whispered.

Oh. My. God.

He thought I was sexy.

Ram Patel thought I was sexy.

He made his way to the bed and crawled up from the bottom as I laid back against the pillows.

"Hold me, Marianne," he said softly.

Gladly.

I used my arms and my legs to surround him, tucking my face against his neck and inhaling the spice of his skin. Planting soft kisses on his neck, right where it met his shoulder.

His arms went around me as he slowly rolled so I was on top.

I raised up straddling his hips, my hands on his tight abs through his shirt. He captured my hands, holding them out away from my body as his heated gaze roamed over my breasts. My nipples tightened and I could feel my heartbeat echo its deep rhythm between my legs.

My hips moved connecting with the ridge of his hard cock still tucked in his trousers. It flexed, pulsing against me.

He released my hands then used his fingers to circle my nipples.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more of his slow teasing, his thumb joined his fingers and he rolled them into tight points.

Sharp darts of pleasure danced within me at his touch.

"You have beautiful breasts," he whispered as he moved his hands lower, running his palms over the sides of my breasts down to my waist, over the flare of my hips. He curled up and ran his hot hands over my bottom, circling each cheek.

"You have an exquisite ass," his voice low and soft.

I again felt his hand in my hair as he brought my face to his and his other hand slipped between us and cupped my mound.

"But it's your lips, Pyari, that enslave me."

He crushed me to him, his mouth possessing, plundering mine.

He slid his fingers inside me and pressed the heel of his hand upwards, providing a perfect surface to move against, to grind myself on.

And as I moved, I felt his fingers slide in and out of my wetness.

His mouth caught my moans and whimpers as I began to crest, the dual pleasure of his ministrations on my mouth and my p-ssy engulfing me in flames, taking me to a higher pinnacle before it finally released.

My climax hit hard, shuddering through me, through every inch of me.

Ram released me and gently pulled me down as he laid down, holding my dazed body as it quivered in the aftermath.

His hands caressed my back, stroking my skin from my shoulders down to the small of my back before moving up again.

"I want to feel you inside me," I whispered into the warmth of his neck.

His body stilled at my words and I felt his heartbeat speed up.

I rolled off of him, laying beside him, our heads sharing a pillow.

I felt, more than saw, his nod before he swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up.

He didn't face me as he removed his clothes but was turned to the side, the muted light catching on the muscles of his chest and arms as he removed his shirt.

Illuminating the definition of his rippling abs as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. The light shimmered on his firm buttocks as he pushed them down.

Then lit his hard, thick cock when he straightened.

He turned towards me, reaching for a condom on the bedside table.

The bed dipped as he crawled to where I was, memorizing the beauty of his nakedness that had been captured in that soft light.

I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper, the bed moving as he slipped it on.

"I don't know if I can be gentle," Ram said running his hot hand over my belly. "I want you too badly to go slow."

"Honey?"

"Yes, Pyari?"

"I won't break if you…can't be gentle, if you can't go slow."

"But…"

I got up on an elbow and wrapped my other arm around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine so that our lips were softly touching.

"Give me your hardness the way you want to, Ram, any way you want to."

I swallowed his moan as he moved between my thighs and with a roll of his hips, slid into the depth of me.

I can honestly say that he was neither gentle or slow.

And it was spectacular.