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She felt him stiffen against her and she lifted her head.
There was no doubt on his face. He released her from his grasp against him and spun her outwards. When she danced with Logan she always felt like she could fly.
He could lift and spin her as if she were as light as air. Her dress spun out, the ripples of red fabric twisting high from her thighs, the stiletto heels forgotten as she continued to follow his lead.
She could hear the murmurs around them as people stopped to stare. But all she could focus on was the beat of the music and the feel of Logan’s hard muscles as they connected briefly through the parts of the music.
Logan knew how to lead. He knew how to steer her and how to whip her around, like a matador with a cape.
And she kept spinning. The lit arches of the Procuraties flashing past her line of vision. The evening was still warm and her body temperature was rising quickly.
She couldn’t even begin to think straight. The only thing that counted was how right everything felt—how connected everything felt.
She dipped her head and spun under his arm three times as the crowd gasped. The momentum of the music was building. He caught her around the waist and dipped her backwards. It was one of their all-time favourite moves. The sensuality of the deep arch of her back, followed by her ever-so-slow stretch back up, ending up nose to nose with Logan.
He was breathing just as quickly as she was. A laugh escaped from her lips. Her hair fell over her face, some of her curls connecting with his skin. But he didn’t brush them back, he just dipped his head further forward, allowing them both to be hidden beneath the veil of her hair.
‘How are we doing?’ he murmured. He ran one finger up her spine, sending shock waves everywhere, a thousand beautiful butterflies beating their wings against her skin.
It couldn’t be more perfect than this.
Then he moved. The music was slowing, reaching a building crescendo. He spun her once more, letting her skirt billow around her and her hair stream outwards.
He caught her hips suddenly, stopping her in mid-pivot and pressing his head against hers. She didn’t even have time to catch her breath before his lips were on hers.
There was no time to think about where they were or what they had been doing. There was no time to think about the audience or the scenery.
His hands skirted around her behind, her hips and up the sides of her waist, stopping as they tangled in her hair, and he anchored her head firmly in one hand.
She couldn’t ever remember being kissed like this—even by Logan.
She couldn’t get enough of him. His taste, his smell, the feel of his body beneath the palms of her hand. He was hers. He was all hers. And she didn’t want this to stop.
He pulled his lips back from hers, staying close enough to let her feel his breath on her skin. ‘It’s you, Lucia. It’s always been you.’
The music died around them, but she hardly noticed. Her heartbeat was roaring in her ears. The world around them was still spinning—just like her brain. It hadn’t stopped. Not for a second.
Logan held her tightly to him. She could feel his knotted muscles, the tension as he held her. She had no doubt about the effects she had on his body.
Of the effects he had on hers.
It had been so long. She’d forgotten what passion like this felt like. Something had been ignited inside her. A tiny flame that had been dimmed for so long. Now the fire was burning so brightly she couldn’t imagine putting it out again.
Logan’s eyes fixed on hers. They were steady but had never seemed so determined—so heated.
He clasped one hand in his. ‘Let’s go.’ He didn’t wait for a response. He walked away briskly, pulling her behind him as he parted the crowd around them.
His long strides covered the expanse of Piazza San Marco easily, and she was running in her stilettos to keep up.
She was surprised to see the sleek, black gondola still waiting. He didn’t wait for the chatting gondolier to pay attention, just turned and lifted her straight onto the swaying gondola, shouting an instruction to the gondolier.
With one tug the canopy was closed, leaving them in a pool of darkness, with only a few of Venice’s lights flickering behind them.
A seed of doubt flashed through her brain. All the rational thoughts that she’d completely ignored for the last few hours started to take seed and let their roots unfurl. She couldn’t stop the rapid thud-thud of her heart. Every inch of her skin was on fire, the tiny hairs on her arms standing on end.
Her eyes started to adjust to the dim light. Logan hadn’t moved. It could only have been a few seconds, but it felt like so much longer. It felt as if his brain must be crowding with the same doubts that she was feeling. Her stomach clenched. Everything suddenly felt like a huge mistake.
