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between mine and pressed it
firmly where it meant business, and I had no doubt in my mind what kind of
business she meant.
    The throb that flew through my body mingled with the
music and the buzz I already had, and a low and throaty “mmph” escaped my lips
into the room as I set the sound flying and returned the pressure Blue was
sending my way.
    We spent a few more moments like that, moving with one
another to a beat that was sensual to begin with and heated further by our
contact, so when she sat on the small available space on the board and arched
her neck back, quicker than it takes to tell, she dropped the leg that was
pressed against me and I was between hers. Still dancing, just a slight
movement of hips and shoulders, I dipped my head to the line that ran the
length of her throat and trailed it very softly with my lips until I reached
hers. I gently nipped at her lower lip, requesting access, and received it.
    Her lips tasted like cherry-flavored balm, and her
tongue had that sweet beer taste. For a moment, I was caught up in a memory—the
smell of the ocean and lips so soft and tender that to kiss them was to worry
for a moment about bruising them before losing myself entirely. But the mouth I
was kissing was certainly not like that, and that event, that possibility, was
too far away to be brought back, I thought fleetingly.
    But Blue was a good enough kisser that I was able to
shove the memory aside and focus on the mouth under mine. As I smoothed along
her ribs, a hand ran up and down my back and sides, and one snaked into the
space where our bodies met.
    Tempting, very tempting, but not where I wanted to go,
not in this place, not on these terms. She wanted to play and—this was now my
game. Carefully, I took her hand away from me and my lips from hers. “No,
baby,” I gazed into her eyes and whispered, bringing her hand to my shoulder
and holding it there, “this is all about you.” And reaching for her mouth with
mine, I rounded her hips, massaging her firm ass.
    She moaned into my mouth and gripped my ribs with her
knees. Almost lazily, I encircled her waist and drew a soft line along her
thigh with my free hand until it was under what was left of her skirt. She’d
already pushed it up and mostly out of the way. Skirts are great sometimes, ya
know? I like ’em, lots. I grazed the spot where the thigh meets the body,
stopped kissing her for a moment, and stilled my hands to consider—what,
exactly, I’m not sure—but this was going a bit further than I’d originally
intended.
    Raising my head, I scanned the room once again.
Everyone was grooving; the mood was working, both in the room and definitely in
the skybox. A hand waved in the air and caught my eye—Trace, trying to get my
attention. I nodded and gave her a small smile.
    “I dare you!” she mouthed at me.
    I shook my head. “Fuck you!” I mouthed with a grin and
rolled my eyes.
    “I’m not the one you’re fucking!” Trace yelled back,
laughing. She spun ABC Van around until they were both out from my line
of sight.
    Blue merely waited for me, stroking my ribs as I
removed my hands, and I took advantage of the moment to make some final
adjustments to the board. I had a ten-minute song followed by an
eleven-and-a-half-minute one. The music would be good to go for a decent length
of time without my direct attention. Blue’s legs relaxed a bit and rested on my
hips.
    I’d reached for the last set of knobs that would lock
my current settings when, suddenly, Trace was at the request window. I stared
at her. “What?” I asked silently.
    “You’re such a baby, just so really fucking adorable.
You know that?” she yelled up at me with an evil smile, then danced away.
    God damn, how did she manage to always fuckin’ do that
to me? I reached blindly for my cup of water and drank, forgetting—again—that
it wasn’t water, but what was left of the tequila pop. The drink was like acid
in the back of my throat and burned all the way