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back. She smiled at him, open and exuberant, her body moving in tandem with the steps.
Rihaan found it hard to tear his gaze from her. He swallowed. It was just dance. Why did his senses react as though he had never seen anything more sensual? His hormones seemed to have gone haywire.
‘Come on. Join me,’ she insisted. Her mouth curved, eyes impish, ‘Are you afraid to loosen up with me?’ She came close and trailed her fingers down the bulge of his biceps. ‘Afraid you’ll like it too much?’ she taunted, whirling away.
Oh no. Not that dare again! He’d had enough of refusing it. ‘Afraid that
you’ll
like it too much!’ He reached forward and caught her wrist, jerking her to him, a dangerous glitter in his eyes.
Ah, she wanted dance, she’d get dance.
He found the curve of that supple waist. One hand crept up her ribcage, stroking up her side. Her soft gasp gave away her astonishment, sending satisfaction surging through him. He traced a path to her inner arm, and ended grasping her hand, palm to palm, extending their arms together, and began to move her with the beat. Forward. Back. Turn around. Whirling her outward, hauling her up close. The startled look in her eyes was sweet reparation. Aggressively, he bent forward to push her till she arched back, levering at the base of her spine. Cradled in his clasped hands, she swayed in a half-circle and came up again as the beat deepened to earthy.
Her eyes met his and he saw an answering challenge light in them. She put her hands against his chest, did a slow twist down, bending at her knees, coming up again, her pout showing, eyes smoky as she placed her hands one above another, climbing up his torso. Her eyes locked with his. His pulse drummed. With a tantalizing half smile she moved away, taking a twirl to come back to him, smiling.
Damn, it wasn’t just enjoyment he wanted to give to her right now. It should be stamped on her memory. A dance she would never forget.
He caught her with her back against him, his hand on her stomach as he spread his other hand against her midriff, feeling her rapid intake of breath as theirbodies came into dangerously close contact. Blood coursed faster through his veins at the sound of her inhalation. She was drawn against him, plastered, till they were moving in tandem. Sensually rocking, as he took her through one movement then the next, still clamped against him. The friction became a delicious torture, inflaming him as blood surged southward in his body. It became a moot point who he was teaching a lesson to. Another outward spin and she responded to his cue, moving light as a butterfly. He caught her again to him, now front to front, leaning forward till her breasts pushed against his chest. Soft and crushing into him. Their hands extended again, palms opposed as his face came close to hers. So close he could sense the wild flowers, inhale them, feel the scent of her fill his lungs, excluding everything else.
‘Saira!’ Somehow his hands were in her hair and she was gazing back at him, eyes huge pools of sensuality he wanted to drown in, lips moist and full, his ultimate destination. It seemed everything in him was centred on them, but paradoxically every sense was alive. He could feel the delicate indentation of her spine as his hand spread over her back, he could see the tap of her pulse at the vulnerable line of her neck.
Saira felt her heartbeat fill her ears. Drumming out everything else. Warmth exuded from his body. The wall of muscle pressing against her felt deliciously hard. The exertion of the dance, the exhilaration of his deliberate sensual manipulation had her heart beating in a staccato rhythm that sent blood pounding in dangerous zones. The underlying challenging intent provided an excitement she couldn’t get enough of. The look in his wine-dark eyes intoxicated her senses, held her spellbound. He bent his head and her eyes closed, her world shrinking to this moment. His lips. His kiss.
A kiss
Rihaan found it hard to tear his gaze from her. He swallowed. It was just dance. Why did his senses react as though he had never seen anything more sensual? His hormones seemed to have gone haywire.
‘Come on. Join me,’ she insisted. Her mouth curved, eyes impish, ‘Are you afraid to loosen up with me?’ She came close and trailed her fingers down the bulge of his biceps. ‘Afraid you’ll like it too much?’ she taunted, whirling away.
Oh no. Not that dare again! He’d had enough of refusing it. ‘Afraid that
you’ll
like it too much!’ He reached forward and caught her wrist, jerking her to him, a dangerous glitter in his eyes.
Ah, she wanted dance, she’d get dance.
He found the curve of that supple waist. One hand crept up her ribcage, stroking up her side. Her soft gasp gave away her astonishment, sending satisfaction surging through him. He traced a path to her inner arm, and ended grasping her hand, palm to palm, extending their arms together, and began to move her with the beat. Forward. Back. Turn around. Whirling her outward, hauling her up close. The startled look in her eyes was sweet reparation. Aggressively, he bent forward to push her till she arched back, levering at the base of her spine. Cradled in his clasped hands, she swayed in a half-circle and came up again as the beat deepened to earthy.
Her eyes met his and he saw an answering challenge light in them. She put her hands against his chest, did a slow twist down, bending at her knees, coming up again, her pout showing, eyes smoky as she placed her hands one above another, climbing up his torso. Her eyes locked with his. His pulse drummed. With a tantalizing half smile she moved away, taking a twirl to come back to him, smiling.
Damn, it wasn’t just enjoyment he wanted to give to her right now. It should be stamped on her memory. A dance she would never forget.
He caught her with her back against him, his hand on her stomach as he spread his other hand against her midriff, feeling her rapid intake of breath as theirbodies came into dangerously close contact. Blood coursed faster through his veins at the sound of her inhalation. She was drawn against him, plastered, till they were moving in tandem. Sensually rocking, as he took her through one movement then the next, still clamped against him. The friction became a delicious torture, inflaming him as blood surged southward in his body. It became a moot point who he was teaching a lesson to. Another outward spin and she responded to his cue, moving light as a butterfly. He caught her again to him, now front to front, leaning forward till her breasts pushed against his chest. Soft and crushing into him. Their hands extended again, palms opposed as his face came close to hers. So close he could sense the wild flowers, inhale them, feel the scent of her fill his lungs, excluding everything else.
‘Saira!’ Somehow his hands were in her hair and she was gazing back at him, eyes huge pools of sensuality he wanted to drown in, lips moist and full, his ultimate destination. It seemed everything in him was centred on them, but paradoxically every sense was alive. He could feel the delicate indentation of her spine as his hand spread over her back, he could see the tap of her pulse at the vulnerable line of her neck.
Saira felt her heartbeat fill her ears. Drumming out everything else. Warmth exuded from his body. The wall of muscle pressing against her felt deliciously hard. The exertion of the dance, the exhilaration of his deliberate sensual manipulation had her heart beating in a staccato rhythm that sent blood pounding in dangerous zones. The underlying challenging intent provided an excitement she couldn’t get enough of. The look in his wine-dark eyes intoxicated her senses, held her spellbound. He bent his head and her eyes closed, her world shrinking to this moment. His lips. His kiss.
A kiss
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