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Authors: Livia Quinn
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“I love the name. It fits.”
He held out his hand. “Let’s do it.”
She gave him a skeptical look but he pulled her onto the floor. For two hours he led her in other dances—the tango, rhumba. He loved how she threw herself into the cha-cha. Loved the way her hips moved in that slinky blue dress. And oh-la-lah! in the rhumba he got a preview of the intimate dance that was sure to happen between them. She hadn’t known the exact steps but she followed his lead like she was born to it.
On the final note of the rumba her eyes burned with desire.
“Time to go.” Luc heard the roughness in his voice, his anticipation growing as they walked through the front entrance to his car. The valet flipped the keys to him and Luc walked to the passenger side. In the shadows of the parking lot, he pressed her against the car urgently, bent his head and kissed her.
Her arm circled his neck and she kissed him back until the sound of someone gunning an engine nearby reminded him where they were.
“Delilah—”
She kissed him quickly. “Let’s get out of here.” He opened the door for her and went around to start the engine. Pulling out of the lot, he was struck by how right it felt to be with her. And now she was about to send him on his way with a Night, Luc, dinner was great. See you around. Should he tell her how much he wanted to see her again? Should he ask to come in for a “nightcap”. How cliché can you get, Larue?
He pulled into her space and went around to help her out. At the door, he paused, holding his breath. “D—”
“Do you want to come in?”
All of Luc’s Mr. T genes were saying, Yes ! She smiled at his relief. “I’d like that,” said the ridiculously calm voice of his alter ego. Luc wasn’t calm at all. His nerves were practically twitching to get his hands on her and afraid it wasn’t going to happen.
She pushed the door open and took Luc’s hand, tugging him across the threshold. He shut the front door behind him, and turned toward their reflections in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of the foyer. The tall broad shouldered man in the black suit standing next to the shapely woman in blue. Was that her? Delilah Burke, police officer? No, but tonight Delilah Burke, siren, was just as real. And she wanted the man next to her, as she’d never desired anyone.
Luc moved behind her. Pushed her hair over one shoulder, “You’re beautiful, Delilah, and so hot, I’m about to go up in flames.” He kissed her neck, ran his hand over her skin and under the strap at her shoulder. “Your skin is smoother than silk. He sucked gently on the vein at her neck, making her inhale sharply as desire flooded her.
His hands cupped her breasts through the fabric but his eyes were on hers, on her tongue moistening lips gone dry from the burning heat of passion.
“Watch,” he instructed in her ear. Her dress slipped off her shoulders as air from the vent blew across her chest, revealing her breasts like the unveiling of a great masterpiece, the intake of breath causing them to rise as he reached around her to tweak one nipple and took the other in his mouth. His hair drifted across her chest as he suckled gently. Then his eyes met hers in the mirror, “You like that?”
Her eyes closed as he did it again, his right hand going to the fabric of her dress raising it slowly up her body until he could run his palm up the inside of her thigh, finding her center, pressing his finger inside. Her eyes closed.
“Yeah, you like it.”
He unzipped the dress in back at the waist and stood behind her. “Open your eyes, Delilah.” He said her name in a new sexier way, like a song.
She did and the image of the fully dressed man next to the naked woman, the cobalt gown sliding into a puddle at her feet, made her legs weak. Desire raced through her limbs and she held on to him for support as her knees threatened to give out.
“What’s this?” His voice was gruff, his eyes… stricken.
The imperfection on her
He held out his hand. “Let’s do it.”
She gave him a skeptical look but he pulled her onto the floor. For two hours he led her in other dances—the tango, rhumba. He loved how she threw herself into the cha-cha. Loved the way her hips moved in that slinky blue dress. And oh-la-lah! in the rhumba he got a preview of the intimate dance that was sure to happen between them. She hadn’t known the exact steps but she followed his lead like she was born to it.
On the final note of the rumba her eyes burned with desire.
“Time to go.” Luc heard the roughness in his voice, his anticipation growing as they walked through the front entrance to his car. The valet flipped the keys to him and Luc walked to the passenger side. In the shadows of the parking lot, he pressed her against the car urgently, bent his head and kissed her.
Her arm circled his neck and she kissed him back until the sound of someone gunning an engine nearby reminded him where they were.
“Delilah—”
She kissed him quickly. “Let’s get out of here.” He opened the door for her and went around to start the engine. Pulling out of the lot, he was struck by how right it felt to be with her. And now she was about to send him on his way with a Night, Luc, dinner was great. See you around. Should he tell her how much he wanted to see her again? Should he ask to come in for a “nightcap”. How cliché can you get, Larue?
He pulled into her space and went around to help her out. At the door, he paused, holding his breath. “D—”
“Do you want to come in?”
All of Luc’s Mr. T genes were saying, Yes ! She smiled at his relief. “I’d like that,” said the ridiculously calm voice of his alter ego. Luc wasn’t calm at all. His nerves were practically twitching to get his hands on her and afraid it wasn’t going to happen.
She pushed the door open and took Luc’s hand, tugging him across the threshold. He shut the front door behind him, and turned toward their reflections in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of the foyer. The tall broad shouldered man in the black suit standing next to the shapely woman in blue. Was that her? Delilah Burke, police officer? No, but tonight Delilah Burke, siren, was just as real. And she wanted the man next to her, as she’d never desired anyone.
Luc moved behind her. Pushed her hair over one shoulder, “You’re beautiful, Delilah, and so hot, I’m about to go up in flames.” He kissed her neck, ran his hand over her skin and under the strap at her shoulder. “Your skin is smoother than silk. He sucked gently on the vein at her neck, making her inhale sharply as desire flooded her.
His hands cupped her breasts through the fabric but his eyes were on hers, on her tongue moistening lips gone dry from the burning heat of passion.
“Watch,” he instructed in her ear. Her dress slipped off her shoulders as air from the vent blew across her chest, revealing her breasts like the unveiling of a great masterpiece, the intake of breath causing them to rise as he reached around her to tweak one nipple and took the other in his mouth. His hair drifted across her chest as he suckled gently. Then his eyes met hers in the mirror, “You like that?”
Her eyes closed as he did it again, his right hand going to the fabric of her dress raising it slowly up her body until he could run his palm up the inside of her thigh, finding her center, pressing his finger inside. Her eyes closed.
“Yeah, you like it.”
He unzipped the dress in back at the waist and stood behind her. “Open your eyes, Delilah.” He said her name in a new sexier way, like a song.
She did and the image of the fully dressed man next to the naked woman, the cobalt gown sliding into a puddle at her feet, made her legs weak. Desire raced through her limbs and she held on to him for support as her knees threatened to give out.
“What’s this?” His voice was gruff, his eyes… stricken.
The imperfection on her
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