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I looked up at him as his one arm circled my waist and the other held my hand in the proper dancing position. I had to tip my chin to look him in the eye. “I love to dance.”
It was a general statement as much as it was a warning to this stoic man whom I’d seen time and time again in the Grudge but never once out on the dance floor.
He smirked down at me, and a tug pulled low in my belly. “I know.”
Without another word, Duke led me into a flawless two-step. With my hand securely in his and his other pressed to my back, he pushed and pulled me in a way that made our dancing fluid, like we had been coupled together for years. Exhilaration zipped through me.
As the song faded, I gripped his forearms and looked up at him. Laughter bubbled in my chest as my eyes danced across his handsome features. “Duke Sullivan, you have been lying to me! I have seen you at this bar for years, and not one time have I seen you set foot on this dance floor.”
He swayed with me in his arms as the song changed to a moody ballad. “Just because I don’t dance doesn’t mean Ican’tdance.”
“You are full of secrets.”
He pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. “You want to know another secret?”
Desire raced through me. “Yes.”
“I never danced before, because I could never dance with you.” Then, as if he hadn’t just shattered my world, Duke continued to hold me close to his chest.
This man.
How had I gone so long and not seen the pure, unfiltered sexiness of Duke Sullivan? It was raw and pure and powerful. I was inexplicably drawn to him. Every part of me, heart and soul, craved that man. I swayed with him, lost in him.
When the music switched back to an upbeat tempo, my eyes pleaded. “One more dance?”
His broody eyes drew downward as he considered my question. “You’re not too tired?”
A mischievous smirk danced across my features. “Worried you’re going to hurt your back, old man?” I teased.
His eyes grew nearly black in the dim lighting of the bar as he leaned down and let his deep voice caress the shell of my ear. “It’s not me I’m worried about, sweetheart. Your back’s gonna be hurting later too.”
I sucked in a breath as I looked up at him, biting my lower lip to keep from grinning. I was going for coy but fairly certain I looked like a feral cat in heat, ready to pounce on him and make him make good on his delicious promise.
We had only madeit through another two songs before we were tumbling through the front door, a tangle of limbs and sloppy kisses and groans. Duke always knew exactly how much pressure to apply to exactly which body parts to light me on fire and get me humming. His mouth sucked at the pulse point at the base of my neck, as I groaned with my back pressed flat against the door.
“Please,” I pleaded.
Duke braced his hands against the wood behind me, his fingers curled tight into a fist. “I’m so hard for you right now.” As proof he ground his hard cock against my hip as I arched into him. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t...”
His voice trailed off in a breathless groan as I palmed his length through his jeans. “You won’t,” I assured him. A fact I knew in the depths of my soul—Duke would never physically hurt me, but I didn’t want it gentle. “I need you—” I swallowed hard, willing myself to be brave and ask for exactly what I needed. I knew if I only asked, he would give it to me. “Rough.”
He leaned back, searing me with those dark eyes as though he was confirming he had heard me correctly—that I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. I set my shoulders and lifted my chin, proving to him and myself that I could take whatever he could give me, that I craved the wild abandon.
He drew away from me with a growl. Duke bent low to support my legs as he hoisted me against him. He left ample room for my belly as he swiveled and stomped up the stairs to our bedroom. Instead of depositing me on the bed and fucking me senseless like I thought he would, Duke gently set me on my feet, turning my shoulders so I faced the long wardrobe mirror in the corner.
I watched Duke’s reflection as he stood inches behind me. He started at my neck, sweeping my blonde hair to one side as his fingers found the zipper of my dress. My mouth sagged open as he lowered the zipper, achingly slow. When he reached my lower back, his fingertips brushed the sensitive skin there, and a shiver danced through me. He smoothed his palms over my shoulders, allowing the top of the dress to expose my chest.
My boobs had gotten huge during pregnancy, and I enjoyed the way his hungry eyes roamed over the sheer bra. My nipples stiffened to aching points. His hands continued to work thedress over my swollen belly until it broke free and pooled at my feet. I had moved to pull down the warm knit leggings I had worn to ward off the chill, when his hand stopped me.
“Let me.” Duke dropped to one knee and gently peeled the fabric down my thighs.
I used his shoulder for stability as I stepped from the leggings, letting my fingertips dance across the short crop of hairs behind his head.
His eyes flicked from the bare spot between my legs to my face. “No panties?”
I jerked my head to the side. “They’re starting to dig and get uncomfortable.”
I watched as his large palms smoothed up my leg, sliding into my gap. With one drag, he moved through my slit with the side of his index finger, stopping to press his thumb into my clit. My knees threatened to buckle, and my eyes wanted to roll to the back of my head, but I couldn’t stop staring at us in the mirror. Duke on his knees, worshiping my body as I watched, was a beautiful sight.
