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Fitting.
She gently shakes her head again. “Pretty sure this isn’t a good idea.”
“Says who?” I wrap an arm around her and press my palm to the small of her back. She fits perfectly against me, molding to my chest. “We’re just dancing.”
Grace snakes a hand around my neck, her fingers digging into my hair. “I dance every day, Ares. And it never felt like I was doing something wrong before.”
“It’s just a dance, Grace.” I skim my fingers up and down her spine, enjoying the tremor the action elicits. “I’ve never danced with a ballerina before.”
She lifts her eyes to mine, a torn smile spreading on her lips. “I don’t remember a time I didn’t want to be a ballerina.”
“And now you’re going to dance in London.” I regret the words the minute they come out of my mouth. Grace’s shoulders tighten as she looks away, her eyes catching on Everly and Cross laughing as they dance together.
“Three days never felt so monumental before. I’ve got tonight and tomorrow night. I’m not sure if I want them to fly by or if I never want them to end.”
“Cross and I leave early tomorrow for an away game. You’ll have Everly to yourself then.”
“That means tonight is my last night before everything changes,” she says almost wistfully.
“One night, huh?” I run my hand up the back of her neck and anchor it in her hair. “What are you going to do with it?”
She nibbles her glossy bottom lip, and her aqua eyes shine. “I hadn’t thought past the wedding. Why? Do you have any ideas?”
“Yeah. Stay with me.”
GRACE
This man and that sexy grin are trouble with a capital T.
I open my mouth to remind him just how off-limits we are, but something makes me stop. Maybe it’s the way his stormy blue eyes deepen to nearly black as the smile slides off his face. Or maybe it’s the feel of his fingers, powerful and rough, gripping the back of my neck. Hell, maybe it’s the sheer fact that I haven’t been touched by a man in any way other than dance in so damn long that the idea of spending time with the sexiest man I’ve ever met,even if it can’t lead to sex, at the very least means I get more mental material for the next time I’m alone with my vibrator.
Whatever it is, I want more.
I run my teeth over my bottom lip and bite them closed while I watch the most seductive damn grin spread across his face again.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispers against my skin, and an involuntary shiver pirouettes down my spine. “What do you say we steal a bottle of champagne and a tray of those baby lamb chops and go upstairs to my room?”
I nod, uncertain of anything that came out of his mouth aftergood girl. My goodness...
When he says it, it doesn’t sound good. It sounds bad in panty-meltinglygoodways.
I wonder what else I could do to hear that again...
Damn it.
Everything about this man goes against every–single–rule that’s ever been laid down, and I don’t break the rules. No... the good twin would never do that.
But maybe . . . just this once . . .
I look up at him, and my breath catches in my chest.
Am I really considering this?
Ares never takes anything seriously.
He’sa so-calledbad boy.
The teammate most likely to fight someone on the ice or off, and now he’s my sister’s brother-in-law. This is a terrible idea...But... What if it isn’t?
