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He snorted. “Nah. I’m good,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “Think I’m gonna dance.”
“You’ve been dancing all night, Ant. Anyway, have fun. Don’t forget you’re driving,” Charlie said, walking toward the bar.
CHAPTER TWO
Lesley was certain that her shirt was vibrating with the pounding of her heart. Tall, gorgeous, and oh-my was walking toward her.
“Les! Holy shit!” Stina elbowed her. “Damn, girl. Don’t you even think of saying no.”
Lesley froze, her mind whirling. This was the kind of shit that happened in movies, where the drop dead gorgeous hero strolled up to the awkward as fuck gal and swept her away.
And just like in the movies, the music changed as he approached, to something slower and hotter. The beat dropped, and she felt the vibrations in the pit of her belly and lower.
He never broke eye contact. He stretched his hand out toward her, and her vision narrowed. She looked up at him, at his outstretched hand.
She’d lie to herself later and say it was the beer, but she was fully sober as she slipped her fingers across his and allowed him to help her stand up. He didn’t move back to give her room, and she found herself just inches away from him.
Oh. He smelled good. Too good. She was eye level with his lips, which were currently curled up at the corners. As she watched, the tip of his tongue peeked out and swept across them before disappearing. That small smile reappeared, jarring her from her thoughts, and she raised her eyes to his.
It wasn’t often that she had to look up to the people around her, and she kind of liked it. The upward turn of his lips matched the spark in his eye and the lift of one of his eyebrows.
“Well?” he asked.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” she said, leaning in. He smelled of whiskey and soap and he was radiating heat, enveloping her. Her world shifted, and the only thing she could focus on was him. It was almost overwhelming.
“I asked for your name,” he said, holding her steady. His hand had gone to her waist, giving her support. It was warm and firm.
“Lesley,” she replied. “Yours?”
“Antony.” He looked down at her, eyes warm and intense. “Now, Lesley, shall we dance?”
“Your girlfriend doesn’t mind?” Lesley asked, looking toward the woman he’d been playing pool with.
“Friend,” Antony answered easily. “And no, she doesn’t.” He chuckled. “She’s probably glad to be rid of me for a few.”
She looked over and saw the woman comfortably seated at the bar, having an animated conversation with a patron at the other end. She nodded once, and Antony turned, taking her hand and wrapping it around the front of him, pressing her palm to the side of his abdomen as he led her to the floor. His muscles shifted with every step, and she had to fight to keep from flexing her fingers.
Lesley ran her fingertips of her free hand up his back to his shoulder. The music had settled into a low throb, and as Antony led her to an empty space on the floor, she saw the mass of people around her settle into close, rhythmic swaying.
This was dangerous. This man was dangerous. Before she could second guess herself and the whole situation, Antony whirled around, spinning her once before pulling her toward him.
The move startled her, and she gasped, eyes wide. He grinned at her, and suddenly, the cocky man who was playing pool and staring at her disappeared, replaced by a lighter, less intense man. She was still off balance, but less so.
At least until he pulled her to his chest. His hand rested easily on her back, his fingers pressed against the upper part of her tailbone. She was acutely aware of every inch of his body, and how she was molded against him, so close he had to be able to feel her heart racing against him. It sped up when he took her right hand and brought it up his chest, past his shoulder, and pressed it to the back of his neck. He lightly trailed his fingertips back down her arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake, and settled his other hand along the middle of her back.
He was close. So close. And then he began to move.
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She was pliant in his arms and followed his moves easily. Antony took advantage of that to keep her snug to his chest. He enjoyed the way her waist was just the right height to allow his arm to rest gently on it as his hand pressed against her lower back. Her hips were in line with his, and while they were close, he was careful not to press against her too tightly. Last thing he wanted to do was scare her off.
He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted. He could see her lower teeth, white and even, and as he watched, she licked her lips and sighed, swaying toward him. Antony looked down at her arm, eyes narrowing as he saw a flash of color from beneath her shirt sleeve. He’d thought it odd that someone would choose to wear long sleeves to a club, but it was chilly outside. Still, he was curious. He dragged his hand back up her arm and slid his hand down her wrist, moving her sleeve down her arm part way.
Ink. And a lot of it. Her eyes fluttered opened, and she looked up at him expectantly.
“Lovely,” he said, eyeing the swirling galaxies circling her wrist. “How far up?” he asked.
Lesley glanced over. “Shoulder. Both arms,” she replied.
