She laughed. “One thing has nothing to do with the other.”
“But…” He shook his head and tried to get his mind around what she was saying. “You sing.”
“Obviously all the musical talent is in my vocal cords, because the second I try to move to music, I’m a danger to myself and those around me.”
“I don’t understand.”
She sent him a sympathetic smile. “You and every dance instructor in Australia.”
“You really can’t dance?” It seemed inconceivable.
“Nope.”
“But it’s not that hard.” Hell, if he could do it, anyone could.
“It is for me.”
Stone looked over his shoulder at all the couples moving to the slow number currently playing. Focusing back on Soph, he said, “You don’t really have to move, not to this song. I’ll just hold you and we’ll sway. I’ll lead, you follow.” Confident it would work, he tugged on her hand.
“I don’t think—”
“No thinking, that’s probably where you’re going wrong.”
“Going wrong? Really?” She arched one eyebrow at him.
“Maybe that was the wrong choice of words. C’mon, it can’t be that bad.”
With a tip of her head, she pursed her lips and eyed him for a moment. “Fine. It’s your toes.”
Soph let him lead her onto the floor and pull her into his arms. He held her close, kept his feet planted and rocked to the music. They swayed together, her body pressed along the length of his, and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling her closer.
A second later she stepped on his left foot—then the right as she tried to get off the first one. Half a minute after that, her knee bumped his shin before once again her foot came down on his as she attempted to move to the song. At the minute mark, her elbow connected with his ribs—twice.
His toes took another hit and she huffed out a breath. “Told you I was dangerous,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “The injuries aren’t life-threatening.”
“Not yet. Give me a few more minutes.”
They lasted through the first song and a few words into the next before she lifted her head and smashed the top of it into his chin. Her hand came up and he had to duck his to the side to avoid an index finger to the eye.
She grimaced as she rubbed the back of her head. “You still want to do this?” she asked.
He grinned. “Aren’t you having fun?”
Staring at him wide-eyed, she asked, “Areyou?”
Smiling, he dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Every second with you is fun.”
She laughed. “Is that what you call what we’ve been doing?”
“What would you call it?”
“Torture?”
“Nottouching you is torture. This is pure pleasure in spite of your unruly limbs.” He softened his words with a smile and lowered his head. With his mouth millimeters from hers, he said, “And this is pleasure so sweet, I’m not able to deny myself any longer.”
He slanted his lips over hers and took her mouth.
