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“Friend,” she said after a while, and he got it.
“I see.”
“Who wants to eat me, but besides that….”
A bolt of jealousy electrified his body, imagining Damon anywhere near her neck or other body parts. It raged in his blood.
“You were flirting with him.”
“He opens up to flirty women.”
“I didn’t know you could flirt.”
“I can flirt.” At that, she looked up. “I learned in Centro to draw out true emotions. But it won’t work for you. I don’t think I can ever read you.”
“Try.” Then, “For show.”
She considered it. He knew it was yet another mistake, but Winter was already easing into him, a gentle press that teased. She tilted her head, fluttered her lashes, and gave him the sultriest smile there was.
“You are not a bad dancer, Nathaniel. If I didn’t know better, I would say you enjoy it.”
“I’m hoping I look good doing it.”
“Oh, it’s not about the looks. It’s about how you use it.” Blue eyes glinted, lost in the role she played. “Dancing is an art. It’s about feeling it, the sensuality of the music. It’s about letting it touch you until you have no choice but to let go.”
The innuendo was light and playful, but it did things to his insides that made it difficult to respond. She seemed to enjoy it, too.
“Oh?”
“Let go. Your body’s begging you to. Give in to it.”
“And what will you do if I give in?”
Her gaze widened a fraction. A smile flirted on her lips. “I will enjoy it to the fullest.”
The teasing went on, heavy on her side. They continued swaying when the music changed to something equally light and playful, and his hand traveled up to brush against her back. She stilled, then relaxed.
“You look delectable.”
“Thank you. Should I return the compliment? Or maybe correct myself and tell you how good you are at dancing?”
“There’s no need. I know I’m good, especially when it’s a horizontal dance.”
Her mouth formed an O, realizing he was flirting just as heavily.
“I heard…wait, no. Iknow.”
“Do you?” He tilted his head again so that everything he said was a whisper touch, lips brushing her cheek…the side of her mouth. “Maybe you don’t.”
“I know your kind likes the thrill of the chase,” she said. “I know that scent plays a big part, and a human has to smell sweet and…and….”
“You were saying?”
“And delectable,” she blurted out, cheeks turning pink. Breath hitching. His fingers continued circling the side of her back, close to the space it wanted to cross the most. “I know you like seduction, but when the hunger’s too much, you just want to fuck the person and get it over with. It’s your amplified senses in the works.”
Somehow, he knew they were no longer in their roles. “I’m not like that.”
“You are not?”
