Breaking Away
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Reese had been lusting after him since the first time he came into the studio. It was wrong, and she knew it. What she didn’t expect was for them to get along so well. The whole night, they couldn’t stop talking and she loved it. He knew some of the same people she knew and enjoyed most of the bars she liked. He was easy to talk to, with a quick grin and a flirty way to him that she found she really liked. It blew her mind that she enjoyed talking to him since usually when she wanted to f**k a man stupid, she didn’t want to talk—she wanted them naked. He made her laugh, and it had been a long time since she laughed so hard she snorted. She felt great. She wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or Phillip, but she was leaning more towards the latter. There was something about him that pulled her towards him and that was bad, because he almost kissed her and she almost let him.
Fuck, she needed to get away.
“Yeah, come on, Reese,” he said, taking her hand in his.
“Huh? What?”
“Let’s dance,” he said, flashing a wide grin.
“No way,” she said, stopping, her hand falling out of his. There was no way she could dance with him and be able to keep her hands or hell, even her lips, to herself.
“Why not?” he asked, coming closer to her, “You scared I’ll out dance you?”
Laughter bubbled out of her as she shook her head.
“I do this for a living.”
“I know, so show me your moves.”
She shook her head again, crossing her arms under her br**sts. She knew it pushed them up and out of the lace bra she wore, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to look and was rewarded when his eyes fell to her chest. Her heart picked up in speed and heat gathered between her thighs, as his eyes practically devoured her br**sts. To her surprise, she was able to mutter, “No.”
Phillip’s grin was unstoppable as he came closer, his hands resting on her hips. “What… are you scared I’ll kiss you?”
Her eyes locked on his and she shook her head, acting as if his words didn’t leave her breathless.
“I’ve kissed guys before, Phillip; that doesn’t scare me.”
“Maybe, but you’ve never kissed a man, and let me tell you, it will be the best kiss of your life.”
She rolled her eyes, pushing him away with her hands.
“You’re so cocky.”
“And you like it.”
“Whatever, it’s a bad idea anyway. Let’s go get another drink.”
“No way, I want to dance,” he said, taking hold of her again, pulling her body close to his as “Drop it Low” by Ester Dean blasted through the speakers. When he leaned in, she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he whispered, “With only you, and I know you want to dance with me.”
Biting into her lip, she couldn’t say no any longer as she felt every single delectable inch of him. Reese was starting to realize that Phillip’s body was 200+ pounds of compressed bad ideas, but she wanted nothing more than to live each one out with him. Nodding her head, she started to move against him as a slow grin went over his face, his eyes glued to hers. She couldn’t help it; she smiled back as his grip on her became tighter. Running her hands up his chest, she took hold of his broad shoulders as she moved herself against him. Turning around, she pressed her ass against him as his hands fell to her thighs, holding on as she grinded into him. When he moved his face into the crook of her neck, she closed her eyes as he slid his nose up, getting lost in her hair.
She usually didn’t dance with guys, it made her think of Kevin, but he was the last thing she was thinking of now. As Phillip’s hands came up over her stomach, she moved harder against him, loving the feel of his long, hard length against her ass. God, she wanted him, so bad she could feel herself shaking from it. When he nuzzled against her ear and placed a kiss there, she almost came undone, but then he whispered, “I watch you, all the time. I have never wanted someone the way I want you.”
She couldn’t breathe. When he took hold of her chin, turning her so she was facing him, she didn’t stop him. She should have, but she didn’t. Instead, when he dropped his mouth to hers, she kissed him back. Turning in his arms, she moved up on her tippy toes, kissing him just as hard as he was kissing her. Her heart pounded against her ribs. His fingers tangled in her hair as she held onto his shoulders, trying to climb up his body to be closer, but his other hand held her close, not allowing her to move. When he ran his tongue along her lip, she gasped before meeting her tongue to his, deepening the kiss. His hands bit into her skin, but she wanted it, craved it.
Pulling away slowly, she bit his bottom lip, receiving a grin as he looked down at her, his blue eyes so dark they looked gray. She inhaled deeply, her chest pressed to his, as his hands moved up her neck to hold her chin. His eyes searched hers and then he said, “Let’s go.”
“What?” she asked, even though she heard him just fine. She just needed a moment for something to stop this.
“Let’s go. I need you naked and under, and all over me. Now.”
Oh God.
She blinked and took in deep breaths, waiting for something to stop this, to tell her this was wrong. To be the f**king voice of reason, but nothing, no one, came. It was just them. People moving around them, music pulsating and lights flashing, and all she saw was him.
Fuck it.
Nodding, she took his hand, leading him through the crowd and out the door, grabbing her jacket and purse on the way out. Piper would be pissed she left without saying goodbye, but she needed to get home and explore the sex on legs that was following her. When they reached the door, the cold air hit her in the face. Phillip took her jacket, holding it out for her. She smiled up at him as she slid into it, turning to look up at him once it was on. He ran his fingers along her jaw, biting down on his lip as he held her gaze.
Fuck, she needed to get away.
“Yeah, come on, Reese,” he said, taking her hand in his.
“Huh? What?”
“Let’s dance,” he said, flashing a wide grin.
“No way,” she said, stopping, her hand falling out of his. There was no way she could dance with him and be able to keep her hands or hell, even her lips, to herself.
“Why not?” he asked, coming closer to her, “You scared I’ll out dance you?”
Laughter bubbled out of her as she shook her head.
“I do this for a living.”
“I know, so show me your moves.”
She shook her head again, crossing her arms under her br**sts. She knew it pushed them up and out of the lace bra she wore, but she didn’t care. She wanted him to look and was rewarded when his eyes fell to her chest. Her heart picked up in speed and heat gathered between her thighs, as his eyes practically devoured her br**sts. To her surprise, she was able to mutter, “No.”
Phillip’s grin was unstoppable as he came closer, his hands resting on her hips. “What… are you scared I’ll kiss you?”
Her eyes locked on his and she shook her head, acting as if his words didn’t leave her breathless.
“I’ve kissed guys before, Phillip; that doesn’t scare me.”
“Maybe, but you’ve never kissed a man, and let me tell you, it will be the best kiss of your life.”
She rolled her eyes, pushing him away with her hands.
“You’re so cocky.”
“And you like it.”
“Whatever, it’s a bad idea anyway. Let’s go get another drink.”
“No way, I want to dance,” he said, taking hold of her again, pulling her body close to his as “Drop it Low” by Ester Dean blasted through the speakers. When he leaned in, she thought he was going to kiss her. Instead, he whispered, “With only you, and I know you want to dance with me.”
Biting into her lip, she couldn’t say no any longer as she felt every single delectable inch of him. Reese was starting to realize that Phillip’s body was 200+ pounds of compressed bad ideas, but she wanted nothing more than to live each one out with him. Nodding her head, she started to move against him as a slow grin went over his face, his eyes glued to hers. She couldn’t help it; she smiled back as his grip on her became tighter. Running her hands up his chest, she took hold of his broad shoulders as she moved herself against him. Turning around, she pressed her ass against him as his hands fell to her thighs, holding on as she grinded into him. When he moved his face into the crook of her neck, she closed her eyes as he slid his nose up, getting lost in her hair.
She usually didn’t dance with guys, it made her think of Kevin, but he was the last thing she was thinking of now. As Phillip’s hands came up over her stomach, she moved harder against him, loving the feel of his long, hard length against her ass. God, she wanted him, so bad she could feel herself shaking from it. When he nuzzled against her ear and placed a kiss there, she almost came undone, but then he whispered, “I watch you, all the time. I have never wanted someone the way I want you.”
She couldn’t breathe. When he took hold of her chin, turning her so she was facing him, she didn’t stop him. She should have, but she didn’t. Instead, when he dropped his mouth to hers, she kissed him back. Turning in his arms, she moved up on her tippy toes, kissing him just as hard as he was kissing her. Her heart pounded against her ribs. His fingers tangled in her hair as she held onto his shoulders, trying to climb up his body to be closer, but his other hand held her close, not allowing her to move. When he ran his tongue along her lip, she gasped before meeting her tongue to his, deepening the kiss. His hands bit into her skin, but she wanted it, craved it.
Pulling away slowly, she bit his bottom lip, receiving a grin as he looked down at her, his blue eyes so dark they looked gray. She inhaled deeply, her chest pressed to his, as his hands moved up her neck to hold her chin. His eyes searched hers and then he said, “Let’s go.”
“What?” she asked, even though she heard him just fine. She just needed a moment for something to stop this.
“Let’s go. I need you naked and under, and all over me. Now.”
Oh God.
She blinked and took in deep breaths, waiting for something to stop this, to tell her this was wrong. To be the f**king voice of reason, but nothing, no one, came. It was just them. People moving around them, music pulsating and lights flashing, and all she saw was him.
Fuck it.
Nodding, she took his hand, leading him through the crowd and out the door, grabbing her jacket and purse on the way out. Piper would be pissed she left without saying goodbye, but she needed to get home and explore the sex on legs that was following her. When they reached the door, the cold air hit her in the face. Phillip took her jacket, holding it out for her. She smiled up at him as she slid into it, turning to look up at him once it was on. He ran his fingers along her jaw, biting down on his lip as he held her gaze.
