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Authors: V.A. Dold, Tori Austin
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reception and forget all thoughts of Qball, if for only a minute. Still grinning, she walked to the cash bar. A mirror hung behind the bartender, an attractive and welcomed touch. She could turn her back to the crowd and still see the room.
Piper was ordering a soda when she heard a familiar voice behind her. The one person she was avoiding. Richie.
“It’s inspiring to see two people so deeply in love.”
Her stiffened shoulders were the only evidence he’d surprised her. Her face flushed with heat, but her eyes remained firmly on her drink. “Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. “It is.”
Slowly, she lifted her gaze from the drink she stirred to the mirror and met his eyes. He felt the impact like a punch to the gut and the tingle in his scalp made him want to scratch like he had fleas. His pulse pounded through his veins, and flooded his groin.
Even though he kept his expression composed, a slight tick began at the corner of his left eye. His gaze jumped to her mouth when an amused grin tugged at the corners of her lips. She was enjoying his failed effort and obvious discomfort. Damn, she was more intoxicating than an entire case of scotch.
She took her time, making him wait. Finally, she glanced at his reflection again and he was able to see her eyes. He loved the silvery blue color and the way they often gave her emotions away. Then, he swore he felt fingers feather through his hair like a sensual touch.
He held her gaze, and felt a flutter of excitement and his chest squeezed. The sensations made it difficult to breathe. She was teasing him, forcing him to work for every glance and touch.
Finally, she turned toward him and leaned back against the bar.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” he asked.
“I was taking a break. Besides, no one asked me.”
“I’m asking.” Richie stepped onto the temporary dance floor and held out his hand.
She took a breath. He held his.
“Piper?” he prompted with a lopsided grin.
Piper stiffened. Shit, he’d caught her ogling him. She gave him a slight, reserved smile. Her gaze flicked to his hand and then his face. The moment their eyes met, she felt a flutter in her stomach. He definitely distracted her. Ah, heck. What could one dance hurt? Piper set her drink on the bar and asked the bartender to watch it, then accepted his outstretched hand and followed him to the floor.
He grinned at her, a quick, confident smile. The instant their hands touched, unseen sparks jumped from him to her and back again. From his inhaled breath, she knew he felt the zing of excited energy too.
What the heck was that?
The tiny sting wasn’t enough to hurt, more startling than anything. She’d never experienced anything like it. It was as disconcerting as his smile, or a glance from his dreamy eyes with their teasing twinkle. How did he send her body into a meltdown so easily? A sudden, unexpected realization stopped her cold. She wasn’t even aware she’d stopped dancing in the middle of the crowded dance floor. She felt alive. Richie made her feel alive. When had she stopped living life?
Like a far off voice, she heard Richie calling her name. “Piper? Are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes, sorry.”
They began to waltz again, only this time, Richie directed their movements across the floor until they were on the very edge.
Quietly he whispered, “Want to tell me what happened back there?” His breath was warm on her neck, with his lips close to her ear.
“You made me realize something and it came as a bit of a shock. That’s all.” She shook her head, then tilted it to one side. “You’re a dangerous man, Richie. At least to me you are.”
His lips twitched into a mischievous grin. “Oh, cher, you have no idea. But I’m only intimately dangerous to you.”
That wicked smile implied all manner of activities that had nothing to do with dancing and everything to do with behind closed doors activities. Intimate horizontal, hell against the wall, male and female
Piper was ordering a soda when she heard a familiar voice behind her. The one person she was avoiding. Richie.
“It’s inspiring to see two people so deeply in love.”
Her stiffened shoulders were the only evidence he’d surprised her. Her face flushed with heat, but her eyes remained firmly on her drink. “Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh. “It is.”
Slowly, she lifted her gaze from the drink she stirred to the mirror and met his eyes. He felt the impact like a punch to the gut and the tingle in his scalp made him want to scratch like he had fleas. His pulse pounded through his veins, and flooded his groin.
Even though he kept his expression composed, a slight tick began at the corner of his left eye. His gaze jumped to her mouth when an amused grin tugged at the corners of her lips. She was enjoying his failed effort and obvious discomfort. Damn, she was more intoxicating than an entire case of scotch.
She took her time, making him wait. Finally, she glanced at his reflection again and he was able to see her eyes. He loved the silvery blue color and the way they often gave her emotions away. Then, he swore he felt fingers feather through his hair like a sensual touch.
He held her gaze, and felt a flutter of excitement and his chest squeezed. The sensations made it difficult to breathe. She was teasing him, forcing him to work for every glance and touch.
Finally, she turned toward him and leaned back against the bar.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” he asked.
“I was taking a break. Besides, no one asked me.”
“I’m asking.” Richie stepped onto the temporary dance floor and held out his hand.
She took a breath. He held his.
“Piper?” he prompted with a lopsided grin.
Piper stiffened. Shit, he’d caught her ogling him. She gave him a slight, reserved smile. Her gaze flicked to his hand and then his face. The moment their eyes met, she felt a flutter in her stomach. He definitely distracted her. Ah, heck. What could one dance hurt? Piper set her drink on the bar and asked the bartender to watch it, then accepted his outstretched hand and followed him to the floor.
He grinned at her, a quick, confident smile. The instant their hands touched, unseen sparks jumped from him to her and back again. From his inhaled breath, she knew he felt the zing of excited energy too.
What the heck was that?
The tiny sting wasn’t enough to hurt, more startling than anything. She’d never experienced anything like it. It was as disconcerting as his smile, or a glance from his dreamy eyes with their teasing twinkle. How did he send her body into a meltdown so easily? A sudden, unexpected realization stopped her cold. She wasn’t even aware she’d stopped dancing in the middle of the crowded dance floor. She felt alive. Richie made her feel alive. When had she stopped living life?
Like a far off voice, she heard Richie calling her name. “Piper? Are you okay?”
“Yes. Yes, sorry.”
They began to waltz again, only this time, Richie directed their movements across the floor until they were on the very edge.
Quietly he whispered, “Want to tell me what happened back there?” His breath was warm on her neck, with his lips close to her ear.
“You made me realize something and it came as a bit of a shock. That’s all.” She shook her head, then tilted it to one side. “You’re a dangerous man, Richie. At least to me you are.”
His lips twitched into a mischievous grin. “Oh, cher, you have no idea. But I’m only intimately dangerous to you.”
That wicked smile implied all manner of activities that had nothing to do with dancing and everything to do with behind closed doors activities. Intimate horizontal, hell against the wall, male and female
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