chapter 3 - dancing

Amelia sits quietly in the huge reception hall. Her family sits on her table, Zack sits stiffly next to her. Too close, she can feel his shoulder pressing against hers. Taking a few deep breaths, Amelia forces herself to join the conversation. 

"Yeah, Amelia is single and she's ready to go!" Her mother says, overly enthusiastically, smiling so wide that she would bet money that her face hurt.

Amelia glares at her mother, and if looks could kill. Zack laughs lightly, sensing Amelia's discomfort. But of course, her enjoys watching her squirm. 

"So, tell me a few things about your daughter, please Mrs Jones," Zack asks with a smile.

Oh he is going to pay for this, Amelia thinks. Her knuckles tightening into a ball, she bites her lip hard to stop her from saying something she'll probably regret later. Her mother's voice fades as she speaks, spilling deeply private information to a man who barely knows her. A man who's touching her thigh. Hold on, a man who's touching her thigh. Amelia looks down in disbelief, Zack's muscular hand is gripping her thigh over her dress, his thumb stroking her leg. Her mouth goes dry, he sees her looking down. As a warning, Zack tightens his grip, squeezing her leg gently. Amelia looks up again, her mum asking her silent question with her eyes. They both smile at each other, her mother not knowing that a man has his hand very close to her heat. 

Amelia throbs. She aches to be touched by those strong hands. Zack releases his grip, taking away his hand. Amelia is ashamed to think it, but she misses his presence. Then, absentmindedly, his fingers slide under her dress, resting on her smooth skin. Amelia almost gasps when his fingers hook under her thong. Zack runs his hand along her inner thigh, moving her panties and letting them settle back into an almost painful position. Amelia swallows loudly, hoping that it will stop her throat from being so dry. She bites her lip as Zacks fingers lightly touch her where she craves it the most. His fingers make tight circles against her, Amelia finds it hard to stay quiet. His fingers get faster, Amelia presses herself down against the chair, trying to grind against it. She yerns to feel him inside her. She feels her face get hotter. Amelia raises her arm, leaning it on the table and covering her mouth. She lets out soft moans that only Zack would be able to hear. His fingers get inhumanly fast and she bites her lips harder, her toes tingling, her back arching slightly. Zack rides her orgasm with her, his fingers still working skillfully. Amelia drips, her panties soaked. Zack closes her legs, his hands resting back on her thigh.

 Her legs shake and she knows that he can feel it. 

Zack laughs politely, focused on the conversation. Amelia can barely breathe. Her thoughts are scrambled, words not becoming sentences. He leans over casually to Amelia, fake passing her the bread basket. She can smell his cologne. It rich and dark, notes of Sichuan Pepper, Lavender, Vetiver, Patchouli, Geranium and elemi overwhelm her senses. 

"Someone's a bit horny for me, huh precious. I wanna hear you scream my name all night. I don't care who hears it. You're mine," Zack says, his voice deep and husky in Amelia's ear. He kisses her neck so gently, she thinks she's going to melt. He bites her ear lobe and runs his giant hands over her curls. Amelia lets out a low groan, feeling herself fall into his allure. 

Zack pushes her hair back to its original place, and he takes her hand. 

He annonces loudly to Amelia's family, "I'm going to take Amelia to the dance floor so she can see my amazing dance skills, if that's okay?" 

Silence. Amelia's mum; "Um, yes i suppose that's okay. Enjoy." Why is her family so awkward?

Zack gets up, extending her arm and kissing her hand. "mademoiselle."

He pulls Amelia up out of her chair, spinning her around twice. Amelia giggles, feeling herself breathe freer for once in her life. Maybe Zack is not such a bad thing after all, she thinks. His strength pulls her towards the dance floor, and she notices that no one else is dancing.

"Zack, we can't! Everyone will be staring!!"

"Let them stare. I don't care. You shouldn't either. You are so beautiful that everyone in this entire room should be forced to look at you. Amelia, please don't make me dance alone. Or do you want me to punish you later?" Zacks says playfully, a smile still on his face.

Amelia knows better than to say no to him. Instead of saying anything, she relaxes her hand in his his so he can pull her without resistance. Zack laughs deeply, the sound reverberating inside her, making her legs weak again. How can someone so soft be so intoxicating at the same time?

Zack pulls Amelia into the middle to the dance floor. The song is fast and upbeat. Zack puts his hand on her waist and holds the other up to the left of her. Amelia feels her cheeks grow red. He is not about to make her fucking waltz to a rap song. Their hands connect, and instantly Amelia holds her breath, as if breathing will break the magical spell that he's cast over her. Zack's hand is on her waist, pulling her closer to him. They move peacefully about the dance floor, he really knows how to dance. Zack tucks his chin on top of Amelia's head, she hears him inhale her curls. 

Amelia pull away from him, looking up at him. Zack smiles down at her, all sharp jaws and enchanting eyes. "Did you just smell my hair?" Amelia asks with amusement. She knows he did. He can't deny it. Zack laughs and spins her away from him, her hand twirling in his. He spins her for a solid thirty seconds, people start to clap. Zack tips her to the ground, his face close enough to feel his hot minty breath against her face. He smiles. 

"Now why would i do that?" He asks playfully.

Amelia grins. "Because you like me."

Zack pulls her up and into his arms again. They sway, her hands on his shoulders and his on her waist. She looks into his eyes and realises he's not looking into hers. Zack is looking at her lips, her chest, her breasts. She feels naked under his gaze. Amelia bites her lip gently and she feels Zack chest rise, his breath rapid. He really is beautiful. Up close, his eyelashes are curly and black. His golden skin shines as like he's a god. His cheekbones are prominent, but not enough to make him look strange. His lips. Good God, his lips. They're soft and plump, she knows they'd feel amazing to kiss. Zack is a fucking mind reader, he leans into her, pressing his lips against hers. She parts her lips a little, making room for his tongue. Amelia moans softly into his mouth, her stomach doing flips and her legs shaking under her. 

Zack kisses her hungrily, as if it's the only thing he wants to do. Amelia feels his hands roaming her body; their in her hair, on her back, on her waist, on her bum. Music stops and Amelia opens her eyes. She completely forgot where she was. Her dad laughs loudly in the distance and Zack's breath is still against her. Amelia guesses that he also forgot where he was. 

Zack takes her hand and leads her back to the table. People stare, open mouthed or whispering behind their hands to their friends. He sits down on his chair and pulls Amelia onto his lap.