The Secret of Ella and Micha

pressed into the thermostat and my skirt barely covers the top of my thighs. My head falls back against the wall as he trails kisses down my neck. My breathing is rapid and so is my pulse. What is he doing to me?
    The music stops and Naomi’s voice rises over the speakers. “Micha Scott, get your ass back up here and play right now.”
    Micha pulls away, breathless. “I have one more song to play and then you and I are going to pick right back up with this.”
    Before I can answer, he leaves me in the hall. Touching my lips, I watch him weave back to the stage, knowing if he does pick it up, I’m not going to be able to stop it this time. Struggling with the loss of control over my own body, I wander back into the kitchen. Lila’s over by the cooler, sipping on a drink and talking to Ethan. Straightening my shoulders, I march up to the counter and pour myself a drink. Lila and Ethan’s eyes are on me as I knock it back. The alcohol burns my throat as I slam the cup down on the counter. “Who’s up for a game of quarters?”
    ***
    Two hours and three shots later, I’m feeling pretty good. The band has finished playing and Micha has joined our game at the table. “Sail” by AWOLNATION beats through the stereo, soft lyrics and a sultry rhythm and it takes me back to another time.
    “I think I’m going to go dance,” I announce to the table.
    “Ah ha, I knew you secretly liked to dance.” Lila slams her hand down on the table and then hiccups. “Oh, excuse me.”
    Ethan laughs at her like she’s the cutest thing in the world. “Are you reaching your limit little girl?”
    Lila narrows her eyes impishly at Ethan. “I’m not the one who missed the last three shots.”
    He replies with a comeback, but I don’t hear it as I rise from my chair anxious to dance. Micha watches me inquisitively as I make a path through the crowd. Faceless people bead with sweat and the air smells like salt and is lit with desirable heat. The farther I descend into the crowd the hotter it gets. By the time I’m in the center, my skin is damp with sweat and the thin fabric of my strapless shirt is sticking to my back.
    There’s a darkness inside my chest, like the devil hidden inside me is about to make a grand appearance. I raise my hands and sway my hips, letting my hair fall down my shoulders and back. I breathe freely, just like I use to. The more the music plays, the more relaxed I become. My head falls from side to side and my eyelids drift shut.
    I feel someone move up behind me and they smell of desire mingled with an earthy scent and something mouthwatering .
    Micha places his hands on my hips, his hands domineering. He nearly melts me as he spreads his fingers around my waist and presses his body against mine, wanting as much of me as he can get.
    “I thought you didn’t dance anymore,” he whispers in a feral voice, his warm breath touching every part of me.
    I lean back into him, comfortable, and breathe in his familiar scent. “I guess I’m a liar.”
    “You didn’t use to be.” He sweeps my hair to the side and implores our bodies closer as he moves with me. Through the fabric of our clothes, I feel the heat radiating off him like the sun. “In fact, you used to be the most honest person I knew.”
    I slant my head back against his chest. “I know, and I’m working on getting it back.”
    “Good, I’m glad.” His hands slide down my hips and don’t stop until they reach the hem of my skirt. “Weren’t you and I supposed to finish what we started in the hall?”
    I start to pull away, but he intensifies his embrace and restrains me against him so we’re bonded in every way possible. I feel the hardness of his chest and the heat emitting off every single God damn part of him. It makes me want to moan.
    “You’re fucking driving me crazy. You know that?” He whispers through a groan as his fingers slip underneath the side of my skirt and up my thighs. “I want you, pretty girl. Badly .” He’s not lying. His desire is pressed up against the back of my waist.
    I should stop him… He’s practically got his hand up my dress and we’re surrounded by a ton of people, but I give in to him, subsiding in his arms, and let his fingers inch higher up my skirt. Slowly, he kisses my skin, before parting his lips and nipping my neck, sucking, tasting, driving my body mad. His other hand wanders upward on the outside of my shirt and over the curve of my breast. I practically come undone in his arms.