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She pasted what she sincerely hoped was a seductive smile on her lips. “Are we going to dance, or just stand here?”
The man was a statue, still frozen and stunned. Finally, he gave a quick shake of his head as if to clear it and grinned down at her. “Who am I to question my good fortune?”
Nathan pulled her in tight, his wide palm spanning the space between her short tight blouse and the low waist of her jeans.
Haley sucked in a breath. Warm fingers teased her bare skin, his thumb and pointer drawing languid circles in the hollow of her back. Her nipples pebbled under the thin lace of her bra, standing at attention. If she leant forward one more inch, she’d be able to press them into his firm pecs.
As it turned out, Nathan did that for her. His silky navy shirt slipped easily against her own cropped white blouse, torturing her as they danced.
The man could move. Once he got over the initial shock of the arrangement she had with her boyfriend, he relaxed into the best dance partner she’d been with in a long time, except for Jordan, of course.
Nathan’s free hand strayed up Haley’s back until he tangled it into the curls at the nape of her neck. “I love your hair. It’s so long and the shade is mesmerising. It’s what caught my eye when I came in.”
Thank God for the slow music and the lower volume or Haley never would have been able to hear Nathan’s soft words as they wafted through her hair and into her ear from several inches above her. She had to crane her neck to stare up into his face. A wave of his hair hung over one side of his forehead almost covering his eye. When he shook it back, it fell immediately into the same spot.
“Thanks.” Jesus, it had been a long time since she’d fallen for another man. Even when she and Jordan found a third to spend the evening with, the attraction was never this blatant.
Where would this interesting evening lead? Would Nathan in all his obvious manly security be willing to spend a night with her and Jordan? It would be the ideal way to spend the evening before their cruise. Thousands of miles from home and about to leave in the morning—they’d never see the man again.
Perfect. Right? Why did that idea already sadden Haley? She didn’t know this Nathan from Adam. She really shouldn’t be salivating over him so. He could be an axe murderer for heaven’s sake.
No way.
Those eyes of his seemed to penetrate into her soul as he watched her. She’d never believe he was evil or had any ill intent. He was just a guy out for the evening, probably a local from Miami, out to have a good time. And what good luck for Haley. And Jordan.
The slow song ended and one with a faster pace began. Haley moved to the music, shaking her ass back and forth in time to the beat.
Nathan chuckled. “Girl, you can sure move.”
Oh, you have no idea .
Could she be the luckiest woman on earth tonight? Where did Nathan’s tastes lie? Did he go both ways? It didn’t really matter how far he was willing to go. Jordan and Haley were flexible in their liaisons. Even when they visited fetish bars, they met all types of people. Their tastes ranged from voyeurism to bisexual interludes. Anything in between was tantalising. If Nathan wanted to watch, that would get Haley off all by itself. If he were willing to join in with either or both of them, even better.
Haley was sure of one thing—she’d always be safe. Jordan was a cop. The man went nowhere without a weapon. Under no circumstances would she ever be in danger.
And Nathan didn’t strike her as the dangerous type.
Haley danced around him, seductively shimmying her ass and thrusting her breasts out. When she got behind him, her hands trailed up his firm butt and settled on his waist for a moment. She glanced at the bar. She needn’t have. Jordan’s gaze pierced them even from that distance. The man would be salivating, though this time she wasn’t sure the allure was mostly her. Nathan, with his muscles, height and
The man was a statue, still frozen and stunned. Finally, he gave a quick shake of his head as if to clear it and grinned down at her. “Who am I to question my good fortune?”
Nathan pulled her in tight, his wide palm spanning the space between her short tight blouse and the low waist of her jeans.
Haley sucked in a breath. Warm fingers teased her bare skin, his thumb and pointer drawing languid circles in the hollow of her back. Her nipples pebbled under the thin lace of her bra, standing at attention. If she leant forward one more inch, she’d be able to press them into his firm pecs.
As it turned out, Nathan did that for her. His silky navy shirt slipped easily against her own cropped white blouse, torturing her as they danced.
The man could move. Once he got over the initial shock of the arrangement she had with her boyfriend, he relaxed into the best dance partner she’d been with in a long time, except for Jordan, of course.
Nathan’s free hand strayed up Haley’s back until he tangled it into the curls at the nape of her neck. “I love your hair. It’s so long and the shade is mesmerising. It’s what caught my eye when I came in.”
Thank God for the slow music and the lower volume or Haley never would have been able to hear Nathan’s soft words as they wafted through her hair and into her ear from several inches above her. She had to crane her neck to stare up into his face. A wave of his hair hung over one side of his forehead almost covering his eye. When he shook it back, it fell immediately into the same spot.
“Thanks.” Jesus, it had been a long time since she’d fallen for another man. Even when she and Jordan found a third to spend the evening with, the attraction was never this blatant.
Where would this interesting evening lead? Would Nathan in all his obvious manly security be willing to spend a night with her and Jordan? It would be the ideal way to spend the evening before their cruise. Thousands of miles from home and about to leave in the morning—they’d never see the man again.
Perfect. Right? Why did that idea already sadden Haley? She didn’t know this Nathan from Adam. She really shouldn’t be salivating over him so. He could be an axe murderer for heaven’s sake.
No way.
Those eyes of his seemed to penetrate into her soul as he watched her. She’d never believe he was evil or had any ill intent. He was just a guy out for the evening, probably a local from Miami, out to have a good time. And what good luck for Haley. And Jordan.
The slow song ended and one with a faster pace began. Haley moved to the music, shaking her ass back and forth in time to the beat.
Nathan chuckled. “Girl, you can sure move.”
Oh, you have no idea .
Could she be the luckiest woman on earth tonight? Where did Nathan’s tastes lie? Did he go both ways? It didn’t really matter how far he was willing to go. Jordan and Haley were flexible in their liaisons. Even when they visited fetish bars, they met all types of people. Their tastes ranged from voyeurism to bisexual interludes. Anything in between was tantalising. If Nathan wanted to watch, that would get Haley off all by itself. If he were willing to join in with either or both of them, even better.
Haley was sure of one thing—she’d always be safe. Jordan was a cop. The man went nowhere without a weapon. Under no circumstances would she ever be in danger.
And Nathan didn’t strike her as the dangerous type.
Haley danced around him, seductively shimmying her ass and thrusting her breasts out. When she got behind him, her hands trailed up his firm butt and settled on his waist for a moment. She glanced at the bar. She needn’t have. Jordan’s gaze pierced them even from that distance. The man would be salivating, though this time she wasn’t sure the allure was mostly her. Nathan, with his muscles, height and
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