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“Salsa dance,” she answered.
He grumbled a low grunt of acknowledgement under his breath, running a rough hand through his hair. “Suppose you have the legs for it.” His gaze cut to her and he cast her that smirk of a grin.
Heat flooded her cheeks, and she glanced away again. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He looked back to the photo. “A salsa dancing wolf shifter.” He shook his head, and she watched something spark in his eyes then. “Show me.”
She laughed, unable to stop herself. “You sure that’s not an excuse to get me in your arms again?”
Something dark flickered in his gaze. Like temptation. Only...more sinful.
“Do you want it to be?”
The question hung in the air between them.
For a moment, Frankie struggled to breathe. “I... I haven’t danced in years.” She held his gaze. Unwittingly, her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and his stare fell there.
“Give me your hands,” she said, before she even knew what she was doing.
The growl of approval which came from him rumbled through her.
Slowly, Jace prowled toward her, each step languid and lethal, like a predator stalking its prey. He didn’t stop until he stood in front of her. Gently, he placed his palms in hers.
What am I doing?
The moment their hands touched, an electric shock pulsed through Frankie. Every nerve, every desire inside her stood on edge. Awakened and wanting. No matter how forbidden.
Without prompting, he pulled her into his arms, pressing her flush against him, until she could feel the hardened length of him against her, how the low ache between her legs called out to him, exactly as it’d been in the alley. His warmth flooded over her skin. The heat of him enveloped her, instantly making her chilled skin warm, and it took every ounce of self-control she had not to close the distance between them then, to kiss him right there.
Kiss me or I’ll die.The thought rolled through her again.
Whatwasthis? She shouldn’t want whatever this tension was between them.
She hated the way her body responded to him so readily, and yet...
Frankie swallowed down the lump of nerves in her throat. What if she didn’t stop it this time? What if she...indulged it?
The thought instantly shook her. She shouldn’t even be considering this. She was promised to another man, another wolf. But her engagement was a decision not of her own choosing, an arrangement on behalf of the pack with someone she barely knew, and with that harsh reality catching up to her so soon...
When would she have another chance like this?
To be with a man of her own choosing?
Simply because she wanted to be.
The thought alone shook her.
“The man normally leads in salsa,” she suddenly heard herself saying, “but for now, let me lead you.” She glanced up at Jace again. His broad shoulders towered over her, making her feel strangely small and...protected, in a way she hadn’t known she’d longed for. She told herself the reason she couldn’t stop watching him was because it was hard to look away when he was so close. But deep down, she knew that was a lie.
Fuck, she wanted him. She couldn’t keep fooling herself anymore. Keep denying it.
Kiss me or I’ll die.
Damn it. She’d wanted him from the start.
And what did that even mean?
She tried not to chase that thought too deeply, as an intense longing burned in her chest and Jace’s touch pierced her again. His gaze raked over her, igniting a trail of heat as it went.
