the Latin beat pumping through the speakers. “And make sure to move your hips a lot. No one will know the difference.”
She took a deep breath and did her best, but the steps were so fast and there were so many people around them. People who actually knew what they were doing.
Every time she tripped into him, however, he only laughed, and she couldn’t help laughing with him, wondering if he was enjoying her lack of ability.
“You’re right,” he chuckled into her ear as he pulled her closer, forcing her hips to keep time with his. “You’re terrible at this!”
“I told you,” she said, giggling. Because while it was true, she was still having fun. She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so hard. And even though she continued to step on his feet—just as she had predicted—he never complained, just kept leading her, spinning her, until she finally managed to find the rhythm.
“ Muy bien ,” he said after twirling her back into his arms. Their faces, their lips were so close now. “You’re getting the hang of it,” he said, his voice gravelly.
All either of them had to do was lean in only a fraction of an inch more….
Someone bumped hard into Damien, breaking their embrace.
“ Lo sieto ,” said a male dancer with an apologetic smile.
“ No hay problema ,” Damien replied with a half-smile. He leaned back into Karina, his lips close to her ear again. “It think it’s getting a little crowded. Shall we head home?”
She nodded, feeling the familiar butterflies in her stomach, and he laced his fingers through hers before carving a path off the dance floor.
Restraint
The drive home was just as quiet as the drive there, but whenever he wasn’t shifting, Damien rested his hand on Karina’s left knee. She watched the scenery go by, pretending it was nothing to have him touch her, when really she couldn’t stop imaging what that hand had done to her just last night, even though neither of them had mentioned it.
Eventually they were pulling up to the house, and Damien drove into the garage, where she discovered it wasn’t his only toy on four wheels.
“How do you decide which one to drive?” she asked as he helped her out of the car.
“Depends on what mood I’m in.” He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked into the house.
“And what kind of mood were you in when you chose the Porsche?”
“I’ve always thought of the 911 as playful yet seductive,” he said with a devilish grin.
This time, he kept his hand on her back the entire walk up the stairs, only releasing it when they reached her bedroom.
“I really enjoyed myself,” she said, leaning her back against the door.
“I’m happy to hear that,” he said, bracing a hand just above her shoulder, moving in close until there was only a hair’s width between them.
She waited for the kiss, her heart racing in anticipation of it.
“I suppose this is where we say good-night,” he whispered.
“Are you sure?” she asked demurely.
His eyes searched her face, finally focusing on her lips.
“Unless perhaps you’d like to join me in my room tonight.”
She took a deep breath, causing her chest to swell until it was touching him. “Mmm…I think I’ll stay in my bed tonight.”
He ran a thumb down her cheek and brushed it against her lips.
“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall and walking toward his room.
Katrina tried to control her breathing, impressed—and frustrated—with the man’s restraint. She was beginning to wonder if she could win this war.
She had a hard time falling asleep that night, fighting the urge to slink off into his room. The only comfort was knowing that he was in the same boat, for there had been no mistaking the hard-on straining against her earlier.
Karina woke to shouting the next morning and realized it was Damien outside. She pulled a silk robe around her and went out to the balcony, looking
She took a deep breath and did her best, but the steps were so fast and there were so many people around them. People who actually knew what they were doing.
Every time she tripped into him, however, he only laughed, and she couldn’t help laughing with him, wondering if he was enjoying her lack of ability.
“You’re right,” he chuckled into her ear as he pulled her closer, forcing her hips to keep time with his. “You’re terrible at this!”
“I told you,” she said, giggling. Because while it was true, she was still having fun. She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so hard. And even though she continued to step on his feet—just as she had predicted—he never complained, just kept leading her, spinning her, until she finally managed to find the rhythm.
“ Muy bien ,” he said after twirling her back into his arms. Their faces, their lips were so close now. “You’re getting the hang of it,” he said, his voice gravelly.
All either of them had to do was lean in only a fraction of an inch more….
Someone bumped hard into Damien, breaking their embrace.
“ Lo sieto ,” said a male dancer with an apologetic smile.
“ No hay problema ,” Damien replied with a half-smile. He leaned back into Karina, his lips close to her ear again. “It think it’s getting a little crowded. Shall we head home?”
She nodded, feeling the familiar butterflies in her stomach, and he laced his fingers through hers before carving a path off the dance floor.
Restraint
The drive home was just as quiet as the drive there, but whenever he wasn’t shifting, Damien rested his hand on Karina’s left knee. She watched the scenery go by, pretending it was nothing to have him touch her, when really she couldn’t stop imaging what that hand had done to her just last night, even though neither of them had mentioned it.
Eventually they were pulling up to the house, and Damien drove into the garage, where she discovered it wasn’t his only toy on four wheels.
“How do you decide which one to drive?” she asked as he helped her out of the car.
“Depends on what mood I’m in.” He placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked into the house.
“And what kind of mood were you in when you chose the Porsche?”
“I’ve always thought of the 911 as playful yet seductive,” he said with a devilish grin.
This time, he kept his hand on her back the entire walk up the stairs, only releasing it when they reached her bedroom.
“I really enjoyed myself,” she said, leaning her back against the door.
“I’m happy to hear that,” he said, bracing a hand just above her shoulder, moving in close until there was only a hair’s width between them.
She waited for the kiss, her heart racing in anticipation of it.
“I suppose this is where we say good-night,” he whispered.
“Are you sure?” she asked demurely.
His eyes searched her face, finally focusing on her lips.
“Unless perhaps you’d like to join me in my room tonight.”
She took a deep breath, causing her chest to swell until it was touching him. “Mmm…I think I’ll stay in my bed tonight.”
He ran a thumb down her cheek and brushed it against her lips.
“Suit yourself,” he said, pushing off the wall and walking toward his room.
Katrina tried to control her breathing, impressed—and frustrated—with the man’s restraint. She was beginning to wonder if she could win this war.
She had a hard time falling asleep that night, fighting the urge to slink off into his room. The only comfort was knowing that he was in the same boat, for there had been no mistaking the hard-on straining against her earlier.
Karina woke to shouting the next morning and realized it was Damien outside. She pulled a silk robe around her and went out to the balcony, looking
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