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So she nodded.

“Words, girl.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Follow my lead.”

He could dance? His hands went to her hips and he moved behind her.

Fudge.

Her tight nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress. Her clit throbbed as he moved with the beat.

Dance? This wasn’t dancing. This was something else entirely.

She’d never danced with a man like this. But he didn’t try to grope at her, to cup her breast. And even though she was certain she could feel his erection pressing into her, he didn’t thrust it at her.

And she liked that he was obviously turned on by her. Because she was definitely aroused by him.

She longed to turn around. To see him. To ask about the bouncer.

He slid one of his hands around to cup the curve of her belly. She didn’t have a flat stomach. She definitely had more curves than was probably fashionable.

But she guessed with how he was holding her that he didn’t care.

Good. Because she wasn’t changing anytime soon.

She grabbed hold of his hand, just wanting to get him to let go long enough that she could turn.

“Stay where you are, girl.”

“But I want to see you,” she complained.

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m enjoying myself too much with you just where you are.”

Okay, then. She could get behind that. She was aware of a few women giving her jealous looks and she didn’t blame them. He was gorgeous.

Way out of her league.

But he was here. He was touching her. Dirty dancing with her. It was lighting her on fire from the inside out.

Then he brushed her long hair over one shoulder and started kissing down her neck. She stumbled, losing the beat of the song.

Holy. Fudgeballs.

She could feel the heat of his lips against her skin. It was crazy, intense. And she was kind of pissed that there were people around because what she really wanted was to shove him on the floor, strip him naked, and have her way with him.

This wasn’t helping her keep herself calm.

“Put your arms up around my neck,” he commanded.

She reached back, not even hesitating. The demand in his voice wasn’t one that could be ignored.

Not that she wanted to.


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