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violence. He leaned over, grasping Honey by the wrist, and pulled her to her feet. “Come along, Honey.”
“Where are we going?” Honey asked, startled, as he pulled her along behind him and crossed the room.
“I’ve got to expend my irritation by either shaking the living daylights out of you or channeling it into some other outlet.” They had reached the dance floor, and he spun her onto the glowing, ever-changing plastic surface. “Dance with me, damn it!”
She danced with him, and it was like no dance she’d ever known. The music was loud and raucous, and the moves were as ritualistic and sensual as those in a primitive mating ceremony. The shifting colors and exploding pyrotechnics beneath their feet offered their own excitement, and Lance’s face in the flaring crimson glow had a look of hungry sexuality that awoke an answering response in Honey. Then the music suddenly changed its wild tempo to a slow, mellow melody that was as sensual in its own fashion as the former wailing cacophony. Honey and Lance were both breathing hard, their emotions and senses as glowingly alive as the exhilarating adrenaline pounding through their bodies. They stood looking at each other for a moment and then, in silent agreement, they flowed together once again.
Lance wrapped his arms around her, cradling her in a close embrace, and her own arms slid almost instinctively under his suit coat and around his waist. Her head rested contentedly on his shoulder as they moved slowly around the dance floor. Honey was dreamily conscious only of the soft throbbing music and the strong beat of Lance’s heart beneath her ear. His arms tightened around her, bringing her closer to the hard column of his thighs, and she felt a sudden weakening in her own limbs. How strange that the touch of warm hard sinews should make her feel so soft and weak in contrast. Strange and rather wonderful.
“Honey.” Lance’s voice was husky and velvet-soft in her ear.
“Hmmm?” she answered, snuggling closer to him.
“I’m definitely not gay.”
“I know.” Honey sighed dreamily. Nothing could be clearer than that fact at this moment. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
His deep chuckle held a note of surprise. “I think so,” he said, “but I’m glad you agree.” His lips brushed her temple in a caress as gentle as a summer breeze. “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
She nodded, her arms tightening around him possessively. She was vaguely aware that her conduct was totally inconsistent with her usual behavior. Her cool serenity and pragmatic approach to life seemed to be completely banished by the potent combination of the music, lights, and the physical magic exerted by the man holding her so closely it was as if there were one entity.
“Let’s get back to the hotel,” Lance said huskily, stopping in the middle of the dance floor. His arms were still holding her so close to his body as he turned and propelled her gently back toward the table that their hips brushed at every step. It was almost as if they were still dancing, Honey thought hazily. She was momentarily jolted from her state of euphoria by the realization that Alex was gone from the table.
“Where’s Alex?” she asked, her eyes searching the room in sudden panic as she realized just how derelict in her duty she’d been in the last hour. She had let Lance beguile her into completely forgetting her purpose in being here tonight, and now Alex was nowhere to be seen!
“I’m getting a little annoyed with your constant preoccupation with Alex’s whereabouts,” Lance drawled, his lips quirking. “I assure you that Alex can take exceptionally good care of himself. It’s me you should be concerned about.” He draped her black velvet wrap about her shoulders and threw a few bills down on the table. “Haven’t I demonstrated sufficiently just how much I need you? What if another Joanie Jessup appears on the scene lusting after my irresistible
“Where are we going?” Honey asked, startled, as he pulled her along behind him and crossed the room.
“I’ve got to expend my irritation by either shaking the living daylights out of you or channeling it into some other outlet.” They had reached the dance floor, and he spun her onto the glowing, ever-changing plastic surface. “Dance with me, damn it!”
She danced with him, and it was like no dance she’d ever known. The music was loud and raucous, and the moves were as ritualistic and sensual as those in a primitive mating ceremony. The shifting colors and exploding pyrotechnics beneath their feet offered their own excitement, and Lance’s face in the flaring crimson glow had a look of hungry sexuality that awoke an answering response in Honey. Then the music suddenly changed its wild tempo to a slow, mellow melody that was as sensual in its own fashion as the former wailing cacophony. Honey and Lance were both breathing hard, their emotions and senses as glowingly alive as the exhilarating adrenaline pounding through their bodies. They stood looking at each other for a moment and then, in silent agreement, they flowed together once again.
Lance wrapped his arms around her, cradling her in a close embrace, and her own arms slid almost instinctively under his suit coat and around his waist. Her head rested contentedly on his shoulder as they moved slowly around the dance floor. Honey was dreamily conscious only of the soft throbbing music and the strong beat of Lance’s heart beneath her ear. His arms tightened around her, bringing her closer to the hard column of his thighs, and she felt a sudden weakening in her own limbs. How strange that the touch of warm hard sinews should make her feel so soft and weak in contrast. Strange and rather wonderful.
“Honey.” Lance’s voice was husky and velvet-soft in her ear.
“Hmmm?” she answered, snuggling closer to him.
“I’m definitely not gay.”
“I know.” Honey sighed dreamily. Nothing could be clearer than that fact at this moment. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
His deep chuckle held a note of surprise. “I think so,” he said, “but I’m glad you agree.” His lips brushed her temple in a caress as gentle as a summer breeze. “You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?”
She nodded, her arms tightening around him possessively. She was vaguely aware that her conduct was totally inconsistent with her usual behavior. Her cool serenity and pragmatic approach to life seemed to be completely banished by the potent combination of the music, lights, and the physical magic exerted by the man holding her so closely it was as if there were one entity.
“Let’s get back to the hotel,” Lance said huskily, stopping in the middle of the dance floor. His arms were still holding her so close to his body as he turned and propelled her gently back toward the table that their hips brushed at every step. It was almost as if they were still dancing, Honey thought hazily. She was momentarily jolted from her state of euphoria by the realization that Alex was gone from the table.
“Where’s Alex?” she asked, her eyes searching the room in sudden panic as she realized just how derelict in her duty she’d been in the last hour. She had let Lance beguile her into completely forgetting her purpose in being here tonight, and now Alex was nowhere to be seen!
“I’m getting a little annoyed with your constant preoccupation with Alex’s whereabouts,” Lance drawled, his lips quirking. “I assure you that Alex can take exceptionally good care of himself. It’s me you should be concerned about.” He draped her black velvet wrap about her shoulders and threw a few bills down on the table. “Haven’t I demonstrated sufficiently just how much I need you? What if another Joanie Jessup appears on the scene lusting after my irresistible
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