"Boss," Viktor warns. "Whatever you're thinking—"
"I'm cutting in."
"That's exactly what I was afraid of."
I don't care. Can't care. Can't stand here one more second watching Leo's hands on her.
I cross the dance floor.
"Mind if I cut in?" I don't wait for an answer. Just step between them.
Leo blinks. "Dad, we're in the middle of—"
"You don't mind, do you?"
It's not a question and I make sure he sees it in my eyes.
Leo steps back, confused but obedient. "Uh, sure. I'll get us drinks."
He walks away.
I pull Aurora into my arms.
Finally.
She fits against me perfectly. One hand in mine, the other on my shoulder. My hand on her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through silk.
We start moving.
Neither of us speaks.
We don't need to.
Everything we can't say is in the way she's looking at me. In the way my hand tightens on her waist. In the way she steps closer, until there's barely any space between us.
The music swells. We turn, glide, move as one.
Her scent surrounds me. Warm. Intoxicating.
This is what I've been missing.
Not just the sex. Not just the desire.
This. Her in my arms. Moving with me. Fitting against me like she was made for this.
She's looking up at me through her lashes. Not saying anything, but her eyes are saying everything.
I miss you.
I want you.
This is killing me too.
My thumb strokes her waist. Just once. Just enough to make her breath catch.
Her hand tightens on my shoulder.
We're dancing slower now. Not keeping time with the music anymore, just swaying.
