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Her mouth softens slightly, but it’s not enough.

“It’s fine. I should go anyway.”

And I should let her. That’s exactly what I should do.

Guess what?

I don’t.

“You sure do like running away.”

Her hands twitch at her sides, and I’m sure she’s about to slap me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stands straight and cocks her head. “You know what, you’re right. Why should I leave? I want to dance. I’m going to dance.”

Storming back toward the bar, the crowd in line make their objections known. “She just left. Get back in line,” someone shouts.

She pins them with a glare so intense, I feel it. Then she gives them the finger before turning to me and giving me the same.

Seems fair.

Once inside, I grab her arm and pull her onto the floor, making sure to find a corner cloaked in shadows while I lean back. I don’t feel like watching someone else with their hands on her.

She heaves, but I see how her eyes dart from mine to my mouth. “What are you doing?”

“You want to dance, then dance.”

“Right here?” She glances around, a blush creeping over her cheeks as if she only now realized the position I've put her in.

“Yep,” I say, popping the 'p'. “Impress me, pretty girl.”

For a moment, her gaze holds mine. Then she blinks, and I see nothing but challenge. With a sultry smile, she steps closer, her fingers grazing against my chest.

She rolls her hips to the beat of the bass, her hands trailing up my chest until they wrap around my neck. Her body moves in a sinuous rhythm, every sway, every turn designed to draw me in, hold me captive. Her gaze never leaves mine, challenging me to look away, to break this connection. But I can't. I won't.

The song shifts, the beat becoming more intense, and her movements match it. And with every move, every sway, I find myself drawn deeper into her, my pulse matching the throb of the music.

Every cell in my body screams for me to reach out, to pull her close, to claim her.

As she spins, the swing of her hips is like a hypnotic rhythm that draws me in, and when she grinds against me, heat rushes through my body. I reach out, my fingers digging into her hips to pull her closer, making sure she feels exactly what she's doing to me.

Her breath hitches as I lean in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You're playing with fire,” I murmur, the vibrations from my words making her shudder.

She laughs, a soft sound that dances over my skin, making me want more. “You said you couldn't dance.”

I give her hips a slight squeeze. “I said I don't, not that I can't.”

The surprise in her eyes morphs into a daring glint as she continues swaying against me, her moves growing bolder, more intoxicating.

I rock with her, hidden away where there’s no prying eyes.

She smirks at me over her shoulder.

My ultimate fucking distraction.

Thirteen

Present day

Logan

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