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He leads me into a slow dance, making his own heated rhythm flow between our bodies. He tilts his head to the side in question. “Do you know how to waltz?”
I grin; perhaps it is the wine loosening my inhibitions and making me feel giddy. Lord knows I have zero tolerance for alcohol, and I threw back two glasses of wine in less than twenty minutes. “Yes, my father made sure I learned a little bit of everything life had to offer, including dance lessons.”
With the wine doing a damn fine job of relaxing me, I’m comfortable enough in his presence to lay my head on his shoulder and snuggle into the warmth of his hard body. He groans into the crook of my neck, and as he begins moving his hips into mine, I realize my mistake a tad too late. I can feel his powerful thighs as he works one leg between mine. My pulse rate spikes as I fight against the alcohol coursing through my body, which seems to have had an effect on my state of arousal.
His hands press into my lower back, and his muscles flex as he forces my body to fit tightly against his. When he begins nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear, I gasp and grow dizzy. Oh, hell, I’m in trouble. My eyes flutter closed and butterflies take flight in my belly. I have never in my life experienced such a wide range of emotions within such a short timeframe. I seem to have gone from scared and angry, to lustful in less than an hour.
As we slowly sway to the music, he murmurs against my ear, “You are absolutely exquisite tonight. I just want to hold you like this all night, dancing to our own beat.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see other people are waltzing to the Kenny Chesney song “Angel Loved the Devil” that’s playing, and I have to stifle a laugh, because really, what are the odds?
Nick pulls his upper body back, forcing me to lift my gaze to his. I bite my lower lip, not knowing what to do. The wine is making me feel like I have not a care in the world. I watch as his eyes linger on my lips, then move down to the low cut bodice of my dress, which is exposing cleavage. He gazes there for a moment, his eyes beginning to dilate with heated lust.
Suddenly, I’m being pushed away as he holds one of my hands, and he whirls me around. I squeal out loud from the surprising, impulsive movement. It makes me feel free and whimsical, and a light, airy laugh escapes me while I’m being twirled around. Nick looks radiant, buoyant, and carefree as he gives me a roguish smile. His broad smile disarms me as I think about how I prefer a happy Nick over an asshole Nick any day.
A few more beats of waltzing, I ask breathlessly with a smile, “How am I doing?”
He gives me one more twirl, then pulls me back into his embrace, leaving no gap between us as he whispers, “You are no less than perfect, my angel.” With Nick’s handsome, stark features, the smell of his cologne, and my buzz from the wine: the deadly combination has my panties growing wet. “It’s good to see you smile.”
My hands come to rest on Nick’s powerful, broad shoulders and I can’t help but gaze into his sparkling eyes as he moves in time with the music; he’s so happy.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Nick asks.
I nod. “I am, but I’m still a little on edge. I’m scared I’m going to make a mistake and disappoint you.”
He moves his hips into mine, and I think I feel the beginnings of his arousal as he presses himself against my stomach. “Julianna, you are doing perfectly,” he huskily replies with a deep voice. “Relax, sweetheart. Stop overanalyzing our evening.”
His hips sensually move against me, and I feel the flutter low in my groin when he grabs the globes of my ass, squeezing me through my thin gown. He lifts me just enough by my bottom so he can press my center against the tip of his hardness, and he begins to grind inconspicuously between my legs. My mouth dries instantly as my grip tightens on his shoulders. We are no longer waltzing, and I realize I am definitely no longer sober. He strategically places hot kisses around my ear and down my neck, making my eyes flutter closed of their own accord.
He’s shrewdly and masterfully worn down my defenses. When he breathes hot air against my ear, I moan aloud and shivers race down my spine. I’m so dizzy with alcohol and lust that if he weren’t holding me so tightly, I’d be flat on the floor by now.
