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disapproval before it catches on. I love the Lambada.” She paused. “Especially with a partner who knows what he’s doing.”
“Don’t look at me if they play one.”
She laughed up at him. “I won’t. At least not this time.”
The thought of there being other times when they might be here in this club, dancing until dawn, did things to him that’d he’d rather not be done. “You’re a seductive brat,” he growled, swinging her close into the rhythm of the Tango. She tilted her head back and fixed her luminous gaze on his face, making him forget every reason he’d ever considered for keeping her at arm’s length. “I shouldn’t have brought you along tonight.”
“Then you’d have missed making a deal with the Mastersons. Remember, they were only thinking about dealing with your brokerage. But because of me, they’re definitely going to do so.”
“You’re right, and I’m grateful,” he said, but he knew he was right, too, and that he shouldn’t have brought her here, not once he saw her in that dress. But the hot Latin American rhythm infected him and he put everything out of his mind as he gave himself up to the music and incredible, impossible magic pulsing between the two of them.
Tango over, Rolph knew he should have taken her back to the table, but with another slow, sweet melody wrapping itself around their senses, he knew he couldn’t deny himself just a few more minutes of this forbidden bliss. As they moved together, he became more and more aware of her, of the satin skin of her back beneath his right hand, the delicacy of her fingers nestled in his left, the scent of her rising up, the way her breasts and thighs brushed against his body. He wanted to go on touching the warm, living flesh of her, seeking out more of it, but forced his hand to stay where it was until he could stand it no longer. Then, wrapping his arms around her waist, he put his hands on his own jacket sleeves, hoping to cool himself down that way.
He recognized his error at once.
With a soft sigh he felt rather than heard, Marian melted against him and rested her head on his shoulder. He nearly groaned at the sensations caused by her heat, the weight of her against his chest, her sweetly scented smooth skin and perfumed hair.
Enough! Enough! he wanted to plead, but knew it was nowhere near enough. With a sigh, he succumbed to the intense delight that washed over him. “Heaven help me,” he murmured. “I’m going down for the third time.”
Then he drew her hard against him, resting his cheek atop her head. He would hold her like this for just a moment more, or …
A moment or a month or maybe, unless she told him to stop, a lifetime. And since she said nothing, just snuggled closer, he wrapped her into the sensual world he’d entered, wondering if she were feeling it too. She had to be. She must. It was too potent to be the product of one set of hormones, too deep to be the residual passion from one shared Tango, too tempting to be refused.
His hands, far from staying safely on the fabric of his jacket, encircled her waist, his fingers meeting at the slight depression of her spine, and he couldn’t prevent their exploring that shallow trail all the way up to the nape of her neck, then slowly, all the way back down to where her dress stopped them, then all the way back up …
As his hand came to her nape again, and circled around to stroke the skin behind her ear, Marian tilted her head back and smiled at him, a slow, exquisite smile that took up residence inside his heart, making it glow. God, holding her like this, breathing in the scent of her perfume, looking into her shining eyes, did things to him that shouldn’t be done but there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it although within another twelve seconds, she would know beyond any doubt that he saw her as all woman. Quickly, he shifted his grip on her, turning just enough aside so she wouldn’t be frightened by his response. This, after
“Don’t look at me if they play one.”
She laughed up at him. “I won’t. At least not this time.”
The thought of there being other times when they might be here in this club, dancing until dawn, did things to him that’d he’d rather not be done. “You’re a seductive brat,” he growled, swinging her close into the rhythm of the Tango. She tilted her head back and fixed her luminous gaze on his face, making him forget every reason he’d ever considered for keeping her at arm’s length. “I shouldn’t have brought you along tonight.”
“Then you’d have missed making a deal with the Mastersons. Remember, they were only thinking about dealing with your brokerage. But because of me, they’re definitely going to do so.”
“You’re right, and I’m grateful,” he said, but he knew he was right, too, and that he shouldn’t have brought her here, not once he saw her in that dress. But the hot Latin American rhythm infected him and he put everything out of his mind as he gave himself up to the music and incredible, impossible magic pulsing between the two of them.
Tango over, Rolph knew he should have taken her back to the table, but with another slow, sweet melody wrapping itself around their senses, he knew he couldn’t deny himself just a few more minutes of this forbidden bliss. As they moved together, he became more and more aware of her, of the satin skin of her back beneath his right hand, the delicacy of her fingers nestled in his left, the scent of her rising up, the way her breasts and thighs brushed against his body. He wanted to go on touching the warm, living flesh of her, seeking out more of it, but forced his hand to stay where it was until he could stand it no longer. Then, wrapping his arms around her waist, he put his hands on his own jacket sleeves, hoping to cool himself down that way.
He recognized his error at once.
With a soft sigh he felt rather than heard, Marian melted against him and rested her head on his shoulder. He nearly groaned at the sensations caused by her heat, the weight of her against his chest, her sweetly scented smooth skin and perfumed hair.
Enough! Enough! he wanted to plead, but knew it was nowhere near enough. With a sigh, he succumbed to the intense delight that washed over him. “Heaven help me,” he murmured. “I’m going down for the third time.”
Then he drew her hard against him, resting his cheek atop her head. He would hold her like this for just a moment more, or …
A moment or a month or maybe, unless she told him to stop, a lifetime. And since she said nothing, just snuggled closer, he wrapped her into the sensual world he’d entered, wondering if she were feeling it too. She had to be. She must. It was too potent to be the product of one set of hormones, too deep to be the residual passion from one shared Tango, too tempting to be refused.
His hands, far from staying safely on the fabric of his jacket, encircled her waist, his fingers meeting at the slight depression of her spine, and he couldn’t prevent their exploring that shallow trail all the way up to the nape of her neck, then slowly, all the way back down to where her dress stopped them, then all the way back up …
As his hand came to her nape again, and circled around to stroke the skin behind her ear, Marian tilted her head back and smiled at him, a slow, exquisite smile that took up residence inside his heart, making it glow. God, holding her like this, breathing in the scent of her perfume, looking into her shining eyes, did things to him that shouldn’t be done but there wasn’t a damned thing he could do about it although within another twelve seconds, she would know beyond any doubt that he saw her as all woman. Quickly, he shifted his grip on her, turning just enough aside so she wouldn’t be frightened by his response. This, after
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