Untimely You by K Webster

can’t hear the beautiful sound but it has me rising from my seat and stalking over to them.
    “I’ll take this dance,” I tell Eric in a clipped tone.
    He seems amused, which surprises me, and hands her off to me. The second my palms find her hips, I’m hypnotized. She slips her hands up my chest and threads them behind my neck. Together, we dance slowly to a song that has a fast beat. I just want to stare at her while I touch her.
    She leans forward and stands on her toes to access my ear. Her breathy voice sends a thrill all the way down to my already eager dick. “You’re a terrible dancer. We aren’t even moving to the beat.”
    I nearly frown when she pulls her lips away from my ear. Not wanting to lose the connection, I dip down to hers. “I wasn’t dancing. I was just holding you. If you want dancing, I’ll show you dancing.”
    Before she can respond, I twist her in my arms and pull her to me. With her back flush against my chest, I begin moving us in time to the quicker rhythm. My erection presses into her back with each movement. Her body melts against mine and she lifts her arms above her head. I crave to touch her everywhere but instead, I keep my hands on her hips. She threads her fingers into her hair and lifts it off her shoulders giving me a whiff of her delicious shampoo—vanilla and cherries. My mouth waters to taste her neck near her hairline and see if she truly is as sweet as she smells tonight.
    I hadn’t meant to dance with her but here I am and I’m enjoying the fuck out of it. Her body is like a live wire in my hands and all I want to do is get zapped by her. I like the way she ignites something within me that hasn’t shown life in some time. She brings blood rushing to parts of me that haven’t been used in forever.
    I want her so badly I can’t see straight.
    I want to drag her into Eric’s guest bedroom and fuck her against the dresser.
    I want to hear my name on her lips as she comes wildly from my touch.
    What the fuck is wrong with me?
    This is wrong.
    As if on cue, Eric steals her away. I love my best friend, but tonight he’s pissing me off. His hands roam her belly and hips, whereas mine had stayed put. He whispers things to her that make her blush. I’m sure he’s planning to fuck her tonight.
    Well, not on my watch, buddy.

 
    I had a plan.
    Come to the party and have a good time.
    And don’t touch Adrian.
    His glare is glued to me as I dance with Eric, causing me to tremble with desire. Eric is a nice guy, and I like him, but he doesn’t drive me wild like Adrian does. One look is all it takes for me to want to throw myself into Adrian’s arms and beg him to make love to me.
    But that can’t happen.
    We’ve been down that road once before, and it didn’t work out so well for either of us. We need to stay clear of each other.
    Then why is it so hard?
    I see the restraint in his eyes. The firm set of his jaw. The way his nostrils flare with each deep breath. He wants me too. Just like that night. And neither of us will act on it.
    Eric thrusts into me and his dick pokes me. His cock is nothing like Adrian’s. Sure, it would do in the sack, especially if he knows how to use it, but I’m not interested. My gaze swings to the window where I notice snow falling for the first time this winter.
    “Come on,” Eric says with excitement as he drags me toward the back of the house. He whispers to a few people along the way, and they follow us. When we reach his bedroom, he releases me to stride over to the French doors in his room that lead outside. “It’s snowing. If you haven’t been in the hot tub when it snows, you haven’t fully experienced life.”
    I laugh when Eric and four other people start shedding their clothes. “I’m not skinny dipping.”
    “You don’t have to get fully naked. Just get in,” he says with a chuckle.
    With a sigh, I peel off my clothes and follow them. Before I get out the door, a hot hand snatches my bicep.
    “What the hell are