Thunder In Her Body by C. B. Stanton Read Free Book Online

her waist.  With one unbroken motion he whirled her around facing him and guided her in a fast, fast two-step.  “You know, Governor Ann Richards used to brag that women do this kind of dancing just as well as men, or better, ‘cuz they can do it backwards and in heels,” and she, winked mischievously at Blaze.
     
    Breathlessly, they returned to the table.  Blaze turned up his bottle of beer and drained the few remaining drops from it.  Lynette was content to melt ice in her mouth.  Her heart beat so loudly she could hear it in her ears.  She grinned over at Blaze and watched the thick vein in his neck pulsate.  Settling back in their chairs, they were content to just watch the action on the floor.
     
    As the evening wore on, and grew toward midnight, energy levels began to wane and Clare admitted that she had had just about all the fun her body could stand for one night.  They’d been on the go since early that morning with getting to the airport, traveling, and driving up the mountain.  Lynette agreed and it was time for the foursome to part.
    “One more dance,” Blaze insisted in his gentle way, looking at her in a manner that made her know he wanted to be close to her again.
    “I agree,” Aaron said, and the two couples eased off onto the now almost empty, darkened dance floor.  Kenny Rodgers crooned Lady…I’m your knight in shining armor… and the movements were slow and easy, to his slow and easy, whiskey voice.  Lynette didn’t want to end the evening to a you broke my heart and left me all alone song.  This was good.  This was a tender love song.  It was an appropriate way to end a wonderful evening. Or maybe, to begin something new.
     
    Blaze pulled her close to him, this time slipping his arm between her silky, fitted turquoise shell-top and the outer flowing, opaque blouse.  During the business work-day, she wore smart well-tailored suits maintaining an air of professionalism and sophistication.  After-hours she preferred feminine, sensuous fabrics thus the hand-painted blue, white and aqua gauzy over-blouse.  He held her decidedly closer than any dance before and started to move his body and hers all at once.  She had the feeling that he was not asking permission for this way to dance; he was taking control of the moment.  Lynette felt electricity on her face, as it lay on his chest, and that same sensation coursed down though her breasts, circling her hardening nipples – down through her abdomen and down to her knees as he pressed his thighs against hers.  She recognized the sensation.  It was what her body felt when it slowly, inevitably climbed toward orgasm.  It was a heightening of the stimulation she’d been experiencing all evening under Blaze’s gaze; intense, burning arousal.  She liked it.  He moved his upper torso so that her full breasts were square with his chest.  Instead of that just slightly off-center position with which a couple usually dances, he positioned her so that her body was square with his, and he gently, insistently, pulled her close up and against him.  She did not resist.
     
    All evening, through all of the dances, fast or slow, she’d let her hand rest on his firm shoulder.  This time, she slipped her arm farther up around his shoulder, and under his ponytail, brushing the back of his neck.  She let her hand rest there, loving the feel of his straight, silky hair on her hand.  She liked long hair on a man, especially the flowing locks of traditional First Nation men. Almost without thought she let her fingers move ever so gently back and forth across his neck, massaging the inches just beneath his shirt collar.  He responded to her touch by lowering his face as near to hers as possible.  She felt the warmth from his exhalation as he pushed air through his nose; the warm breath ghosting its way beneath the loose top of her over-blouse, rushing down the spinal indentation of her back.  It stimulated her deeper into her body, as if