tingled. She yearned to see his walnut-brown fingers on her paler, bare thigh. He rescued the pitcher from her jerky hands, filled both their glasses, and set the jug down. Tania’s fingers trembled so much she dared not drink the water. “Prove it.” He spoke out of the side of his mouth and appeared to be totally caught up with the general argument between Mishe and Breede. She frowned. Cupped a hand over her lips. “What?” “Prove my scars don’t bother you.” His thumb drew a circle right above her knee. She shivered. Whispered, “They don’t.” “Dance with me.” She wanted to bang her head on the table. Of all the things, he had to choose that one? “Sure.” “You could fake some enthusiasm.” He rose and helped her to stand. A quick surreptitious sweep of the other side of the table showed both Mishe and Breede busy texting. She relaxed. Tania allowed him to lead her to the crowded dance floor. “After I’ve stomped on your toes a few times, your enthusiasm will fade. I’m a lousy dancer.” “No such thing.” He drew her into his embrace. “I’m not exaggerating.” “Relax. You’re as stiff as the proverbial board.” He gave her a little shake. All she could picture was him inside of her. A whole lotta steam, his cock pounding into her. Damn, she was needy. He twirled her to the left. She went right. They both stumbled. “Hey. I lead. Not you.” He shook her again. “Fine. Tell my feet.” She hated having to yield to anyone. Had never been able to trust even Jaz dancing with her. Gripping his shoulder tighter, she ground her teeth. “I told you. I’m rotten at this.” “No. You’re not. You just need to let go. To trust in your partner. Look at me.” He squeezed her waist. “Trust me.” For long seconds all she saw was him. All she felt was him. All she smelled was him. He had invaded all of her senses. She was drunk on him. Wanted nothing more than to have him inside her. She had lost her mind. Was going mental in front of her parents and brothers. Didn’t care about anything other than finding somewhere private so he could screw her again. Suddenly she realized what had been missing from their lovemaking. “You never kissed me.” He did such a fast three-point turn that the room went topsy-turvy. “A mistake I intend to remedy right away. At the left end of the hallway, there’s an exit door that leads to a greenhouse. I’ll meet you there.” A firestorm lit her from within. She couldn’t wait for him to plunge into her. “Yes. Yes.” The strains of the music mellowed. The last note played. He released her from his hold and bowed. An old-fashioned, formal bow. The gesture went straight to her heart. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. She yearned to hold onto the moment. The meager functioning gray matter left in her brain collected long enough for her to quickly scan the room. Her parents seemed to be in the midst of a quarrel with Jaz. Breede and Mishe hovered on the edge of the disagreement. Senior Chief Johnson had a heavy flirtation going with Lissette. Uncle Viktor was engrossed in a conversation at another table with a man Tania didn’t recognize. Aunt Dozene, her godmother, had arrived late as usual, and was being berated by Viktor’s wife while Tania’s mother attempted to quell the scolding. Axe and Tania’s absence would go unnoticed. Tania couldn’t believe what she was about to do. Sneak away at her brother’s graduation for a quickie. But, she needed him inside her. Wanted to breathe in their mingled aromas. This was crazy. She had lost her sanity. “I’m so fried,” she muttered to herself, but sidled out of the room anyway. It took every ounce of her remaining will power not to gallop to the door looming at the end of the long, long hallway. She spied the greenhouse the second the arctic blast brought by the sudden hail storm chilled her flesh. Before she could even hug her arms