Title: The Dancer
Author: Ursula Sinclair
Series: The Ballerina Series (#3)
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance/Multicultural Romance
Publisher: Isisindc Publishing, LLC
Release Date: Aug 1, 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook
“Let me in.”
It’s not easy being a male dancer in a world where women dominate. Ballet. Yeah, I’m a ballet dancer, but I prefer male professional dancer. Still, I am at the top of my profession. Choreographers clamor to create dance pieces for me, and women just clamor for me period. See, being straight in a female dominated profession has its perks. But even though I don’t hurt for companionship, I still get up in the middle of the night reaching for something, someone, who is not the person lying next to me. Because I always wake up feeling empty inside…until. She played for me.
It’s not easy being a female in a male dominated profession. Most people can’t name five female guitarist, bass or lead, but I bet they can name five male guitar players. Still, I am at the top of my profession. I’ve proven to the world that music ability isn’t driven by gender. It hadn’t always been that way, but now I am in constant demand. My time is no longer my own. As for a relationship with a significant other? I stay away from other musicians I perform with or might perform with, like the plague. Not good to mix business with pleasure. Still, I’m only human and I wake up in the middle of the night reaching for something that’s just not there. Then one day he danced for me, and suddenly, I was no longer empty inside.
Violence. Due to the content of this work recommended for 18+ only.
The warm air brushed against my skin, it did nothing to cool the heat already in my blood. We stopped once the water covered our toes.
Then beneath the rays of the full moon, he turned to me. Without a word, he took me into his arms and his mouth covered mine. Covered seems too tame a word. Devoured, yes—he devoured me.
I’m not quite sure how we even ended up back in his hotel room. I seemed to have lost track between the kiss by the water under the moon and his bed. I remember drifting through the lobby, his hand in mine, but it’s kind of foggy. The ride up in the elevator with more of his mind-fuzzing kisses, and then the feel of softness against my back. My eyes opened at the contact of my bare back against the soft cool cotton sheets. I grinned against his mouth. “When did you take my bra off? My shirt’s still on,” I mumbled.
He chuckled. “I only lifted your shirt.”
I glanced down and realized he was right. My shirt was raised exposing my chest to his hungry gaze, but my bra remained on. “Well, let’s just fix that problem right now.” I took off the shirt and tossed it behind him.
Then, he did the same thing with my bra. “Damn babe.” His eyes landed on the nipple balls on my left breast. He lowered his head and tongued the twin balls on either side of my nipple, making sure he brushed them with each pass. “That’s fucking hot,” he moaned.
My breasts weren’t very large. Okay, well in truth, I had just enough to be marked as female. The nipple ring merely added to it. I only had one. Not that I flashed it at a lot of people, but I loved it.
Apparently, judging from the hungry-eyed gaze and the way he licked his lips, Dante did too.
Ursula Sinclair is the alter ego for LaVerne Thompson, an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She writes romantic suspense and new adult romance under the Ursula.
She is currently working on several projects. Both of her daughters are now away at college. However, she and her husband don’t like the term empty nester. She’s added a cat to the household to keep the dog of the house company. Hopefully, writing will keep her sane. Visit her website at http://lavernethompson.com to read excerpts of her books.
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