Dancing was foreplay. Oh hell yeah it was, especially when he got to see her slide around on another man, and he could watch her body move. But dancing and grinding against each other was way different from feeling skin slide against skin. Since his tongue was already against her skin, he decided to keep it there and swirl it around as he slowly rose to his feet, letting his hands and tongue dance over her stomach, chest, nipples and neck, finally landing back on her mouth as he stood.
While he had her mouth occupied, he toed off his boots, socks and shoved his jeans over his own hips, not even bothering to undo the fly. Like her, he now stood completely bare, and he was grateful the room was warm. Stooping slightly, he once again lifted her into his arms.