Stolen Moments

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Author: Radclyffe
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to me at that moment was watching the blonde. Even though she was in the dance pit and I was high above her at the railing, our bodies were already moving as one. We had the same natural rhythm in our bones.
    My beer bottle was empty and I set it down among the others. A waitress would find it later. I had to go to her.
    “Where you going?” Rianna shouted as she pulled the sleeve of my shirt. “Ah, Nicky! She just wants to be left alone.”
    I ignored her as I made my way to the steps and down to the multicolored, flashing squares of the dance floor. Strobe lights bounced off a disco ball that hung from the ceiling, and others played festively over the dancing throng that was brimming with raw sexuality. Hands were clinging boldly to lovers’ asses, disappearing under shirts to tweak jutting nipples that begged to be tweaked. The music, along with dark lighting, was the catalyst; it made everything possible.
    I skirted along the edge of the dance floor, allowing pulsing music to move me closer to her. I was watchful, hoping that no one else had moved in. She was still alone, her eyes closed, her head tossed back as she danced. I moved cautiously, making no attempts to touch her. I settled in beside her, having no intentions of leaving.
    My girl was an island; no one else existed to her. The floor literally shook with the movements of the mass of lesbians that had crammed inside of Triple Tips, but she was oblivious to it all, much like I preferred to be. Before I saw her, I had spent the night on the dance floor in the same kind of solitude. I had shoved aside potential partners as they intruded upon me, not interested in anyone until her.
    I no longer wanted to be alone.
    When I reached her, I willed her eyes to open. They were indigo blue, the color of the deepest ocean. I watched her gaze at me, appraising me. I wanted her to see the hunger in my eyes, the promise of pleasure on my lips as I smiled rakishly at her. I concealed nothing of the sexual desire I felt just from dancing near her.
    When she didn’t step away, I bravely lifted a hand and wrapped it in her long, blond tresses. Her eyes closed again. I took a step closer, holding my breath as I pushed my hips into her. I shuddered in pleasure as she welcomed my presence by snaking a hand around my neck, pulling me tighter. Grabbing her hips, I boldly inched her miniskirt higher, sliding my thigh between her legs.
    The music was electric, alive with enough voltage to blow the roof from the building, but it was a poor imitation of the current flowing between us. The pulse of the music pounded through the giant speakers and into our bodies. I reveled in the joy of having her in my arms, the overwhelming sexy feel of her skin under my hands and her legs entwined with mine.
    Her hand slid down my back and up my rib cage, and I gasped when her thumbs brushed across my hard nipples. Tilting her head sideways, I pushed through her hair with my lips until I captured her mouth. She tasted like honey, and there was no hesitancy in the kiss, no tentative nibbles, as I set about devouring her. I thrust my tongue inside. When she sucked it deeper, a jolt of raw sexual energy tore through my clit. I thought that I was going to come on the dance floor.
    It was two a.m. when we finally left the bar. I still didn’t know her name, only that I had to have her and that she was sitting beside me in my truck. She played with the short spikes of hair that grew near my ears, occasionally letting her finger dip teasingly inside the ridges, as I struggled to drive us to the guest apartment above Rianna and Claire’s garage where I was staying. I had one hand on the wheel; the other was between her thighs, tracing delicate patterns along the smooth skin between her knees and the edge of her skirt.
    As I pulled into the driveway, I popped the clutch, allowing the engine to die. Techno dance music continued to play from my radio even as my truck rolled to a stop. I reached below me and

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