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Tor's arm pressed against her back, his other hand against hers in a perfect hold that felt more intimate than she ever did dirty dancing with a male friend at a club.
Why?
Because she knew what that hand felt like on her body. Knew how those arms felt holding her up while he made love to her against a wall. Knew what the rock-hard thighs only inches from her own, felt like against her bottom while she rode him to completion.
Tor smiled down at her, his molten gaze heated. "You are my favorite dance partner, min skatt."
Pleasure zinged through her core, even as they moved so smoothly and demurely to the music.
"You dance with some beautiful women who are much better at this than I am." Blythe wasn't arguing, or even questioning, simply pointing out a truth.
"I measure other women's beauty by you, min skatt, and no one feels as good in my arms."
"You're so adept at saying the right thing."
He swung her into a turn and then brought her back into his body. "Truth is truth."
"You're my favorite dance partner too."
"I've seen your newsfeed." His tone said maybe he hadn't liked what he found there. "The way we dance together must feel very tame."
"Does it, to you?" she challenged.
His expression turned thoughtful, like he hadn't considered that angle. "No."
"It doesn't to me, either."
"And the other?" he asked, referring no doubt to the dirty dancing she'd been thinking about just moments ago.
"Does nothing for me."
His gaze locked with hers, like he was trying to read her sincerity.
Something in her expression must have convinced him because he gave her that devastating smile he saved just for her. Full on sincerity, no tempering. "Nothing with you feels tame."
"Not even chatting across the family dinner table in your brother's palace?" she teased.
"First…" He swung her in until her back was to his front. "It is our country's palace. It does not belong to Holger, but to the House of Asgersen." They waltzed to the left, but he dipped his head down so his mouth was practically kissing her ear. "Second, there is nothing tame about the thoughts I have about you even at my family's dinner table."
Blythe shivered as desire washed over her. "You think about me…like that…then?" she asked in a husky whisper.
"Yes."
"There's something perverse about that." She meant to tease, but her tone was still breathless and soft.
"I disagree. There is nothing more natural than the way I think about you, the way I touch you, the way you touch me…the way you feel in my arms."
"You're really getting into your lover role, aren't you?"
"Yes." Then he spun her in his arms and kissed her with all the passion building between them.
In the back of Blythe's mind, she knew this wasn't smart. No matter how secluded they were, it was still public, but she couldn't make herself break the kiss, much less step out of his embrace.
Of its own volition, her body strained toward Tor's solid muscles, her need for him going from a low simmer to a full, raging boil in seconds.
Tor was the one that stepped back, his gaze dark with sexual desire. "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded, her throat too tight with passion to form words.
