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He speaks of hip movement and an eight-count. I’m greatly disappointed when I discover my hands don’t really go on Jamie’s body; they stay in her hands for the most part. We move together for eight beats, move apart with our arms going up and out in an arch-like motion before we come back together and move left and right of one another.
“Much better,” I whisper to Jamie when I lead her into a turn that pulls her back against my chest.
“Brent,” she chastises with a laugh. “You’re supposed to let me go.”
“We’re behind now. We might as well wait until he gets back to this part.”
“You’re terrible,” she whispers as we continue to step left and right, our hips moving in sync with one another.
Unfortunately, I do release her this time. After she faces me and comes to me, I get to do some sort of turn where we lock arms and we’re side by side. I have to let her go from that, too. But on the bright side, I kiss her quickly every time she gets close and I hold her captive every so often. It’s worth it for the smile and laugh she gives me.
“I think I like this dance,” she whispers after this last kiss.
Any dance with her is one I like. There’s constant touching, easy ways to make her laugh or smile, plenty of opportunities to kiss her, and a good way to have fun. After the lesson is over, we decide to play bingo. It’ll be the last thing we do before returning to our rooms to get ready for dinner.
Kayla and Logan spot us and sit at the small round table next to us.
“What have y’all been doing?” I ask them.
“Walking around, taking pictures. We’ve walked almost the entire ship, I think,” Kayla answers.
“I’m tired,” Logan says, leaning back in his chair. “What about y’all?”
“We learned the merengue. I’m a pretty good dancer, if I say so myself.”
Jamie laughs. “You’re pretty and you dance. I’m not so sure about the good part.”
I roll my eyes and lean over to kiss her cheek. “Lying isn’t such a pretty trait, hon.” While we wait for bingo to start, Kayla shows me the pictures she’s taken today. There’s still a slight tension among us and I hope that this mess between Jamie and Kayla will all be settled before tomorrow. Or else I may just leave them both in Ketchikan.
Brent walks up behind me and kisses my shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me this is what you’d be wearing?” he murmurs as his lips travel toward my neck.
“I didn’t realize I needed to tell you such a thing.” I lean toward the mirror a bit more to focus on applying my makeup.
“When you’ll look this hot, you do. I need to be prepared because right about now, I’m thinking we need to skip dinner and order room service.” His hands move up my sto
mach and cup my breasts, his hips press into me, and I’m two seconds away from messing up my mascara.
“Brent, stop,” I say with a laugh, trying to wiggle away from him. “You’ll ruin my makeup.”
“You don’t need it anyway. Turn around so I can kiss you.”
“No. Stop. Go put your socks and shoes on. Check on the people next door. Just get away from me.”
He grumbles something under his breath as his hands fall away and he leans against the wall next to the mirror. “This is not how a guy should be treated on his birthday, Jamie.”
A quick glance at him shows how he watches me, mostly with desire but also with slight disappointment. “Is this how you pout?” I tease, failing to stop my grin.
“Grown men don’t pout.”
“Sure looks like you are.” I turn to him and pout my lips. “Get your kiss while I’m feeling nice.”
He strikes as quick as a snake, grabbing me around the waist to hold me tight against him and crashing his mouth into mine. My knees weaken. Heat flushes throughout my entire body. Brent’s tongue moves with such hunger that I grab onto him, never wanting to let him go.
He pulls away, my lips automatically following him and begging for more. “Finish making up your face.”
What? He wants me to forget about kissing after that?
Brent, who has been watching me, laughs. “Is this how you pout?”
