fuck over!”
She compressed her lips. “If that’s how you feel, why are we here?” His easy smile returned. “You enchant me.”
She stared at him. Whether she actually should, she believed him. The truthfulness of his assertion was visible in his eyes and clear in his voice. Or did she just want to believe he meant what he said?
He nodded. “I’ve never had to lie to get what I want from a woman, sweet. I mean it. You totally enchant me—
you have from the moment we met.”
She swallowed slowly. Her heart raced. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted.
“Then just listen. I want to get to know you—in the biblical sense.” So he wanted the easy pussy he accused her of giving Michael. “That’s not going to happen!” She tugged at her hand until he released it.
“I wouldn’t bet on that.”
“And I wouldn’t bet on that caveman attitude getting you very far.” He laughed and then abruptly sat staring at her neck in silence.
She placed a hand over her throat. “What?”
He shook his head and extended his hand. “Let’s call a truce and dance.” Slow dancing with him was not a good idea but she placed her hand in his.
He squeezed it gently before releasing it and rising. “Trust me, sweet. I won’t ever willingly hurt you.” Despite her misgivings about the advisability of dancing with him after his admission, his words resonated deep inside her. Tossing caution aside, she walked onto the dance floor with him. When he stopped, she went willingly into his arms.
Although he held her close, he didn’t attempt to grind against her nor did he allow his hands to slide down her back to touch her ass.
After several moments, her comfort level with him increased enough for her to slip her arms inside his jacket.
“Who were you with?” she asked him.
“When?”
She kept her cheek against his shoulder. “The night we met at the club.”
“Rayna.”
She looked up at him. “Rayna?”
“Rayna.”
“But you said…you implied—”
“You said you weren’t alone and I said I wasn’t either. You decided I must be with someone in whom I had a romantic interest. The assumption was yours.”
“You let me think you were with another woman!”
“I let you? Okay. My bad.” He tightened his arm around her waist. “We don’t have enough time together to waste it arguing, sweet.”
She nodded. He was right. Why argue when she could enjoy being in the circle of his arms? She pressed her cheek against his shoulder again. “Do you love her…them?”
He brushed his lips against the top of her head. “Who?”
“Your woman…women. Are you in love with any of them?”
“No.”
She lifted her head again to look up at him. “Why not? Because you still love your wife?”
“I have and expect to always have the fondest memories of my Little Brown Reed. She was the only woman I’ve ever loved. I’ll never forget her and will always cherish her memory and the time we shared.”
“But?”
“But I’m no longer in love with her or anyone else.” He bent his head to brush his lips against her ear. “I’m yours for the taking, sweet.”
She trembled and gripped the back of his shirt. “Don’t.”
He nibbled her ear. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t make me feel things for you I don’t want to feel.”
“You can trust me,” he whispered but lifted his head.
“You can trust me,” he whispered but lifted his head.
“I think I do trust you, but I still want him back.”
“You keep telling yourself that while I change your mind.”
She sucked in a breath but made no effort to pull away from him.
They finished the dance in silence.
The next was fast and rhythmic. She was delighted to find he was a sexy, skillful dancer who seemed to enjoy dancing fast as much as he did dancing slowly.
After two more fast dances, they returned to their table.
“Would you like anything else?” he asked.
She glanced at the table. Neither one of them had done more than pick at
She compressed her lips. “If that’s how you feel, why are we here?” His easy smile returned. “You enchant me.”
She stared at him. Whether she actually should, she believed him. The truthfulness of his assertion was visible in his eyes and clear in his voice. Or did she just want to believe he meant what he said?
He nodded. “I’ve never had to lie to get what I want from a woman, sweet. I mean it. You totally enchant me—
you have from the moment we met.”
She swallowed slowly. Her heart raced. “I don’t know what to say,” she admitted.
“Then just listen. I want to get to know you—in the biblical sense.” So he wanted the easy pussy he accused her of giving Michael. “That’s not going to happen!” She tugged at her hand until he released it.
“I wouldn’t bet on that.”
“And I wouldn’t bet on that caveman attitude getting you very far.” He laughed and then abruptly sat staring at her neck in silence.
She placed a hand over her throat. “What?”
He shook his head and extended his hand. “Let’s call a truce and dance.” Slow dancing with him was not a good idea but she placed her hand in his.
He squeezed it gently before releasing it and rising. “Trust me, sweet. I won’t ever willingly hurt you.” Despite her misgivings about the advisability of dancing with him after his admission, his words resonated deep inside her. Tossing caution aside, she walked onto the dance floor with him. When he stopped, she went willingly into his arms.
Although he held her close, he didn’t attempt to grind against her nor did he allow his hands to slide down her back to touch her ass.
After several moments, her comfort level with him increased enough for her to slip her arms inside his jacket.
“Who were you with?” she asked him.
“When?”
She kept her cheek against his shoulder. “The night we met at the club.”
“Rayna.”
She looked up at him. “Rayna?”
“Rayna.”
“But you said…you implied—”
“You said you weren’t alone and I said I wasn’t either. You decided I must be with someone in whom I had a romantic interest. The assumption was yours.”
“You let me think you were with another woman!”
“I let you? Okay. My bad.” He tightened his arm around her waist. “We don’t have enough time together to waste it arguing, sweet.”
She nodded. He was right. Why argue when she could enjoy being in the circle of his arms? She pressed her cheek against his shoulder again. “Do you love her…them?”
He brushed his lips against the top of her head. “Who?”
“Your woman…women. Are you in love with any of them?”
“No.”
She lifted her head again to look up at him. “Why not? Because you still love your wife?”
“I have and expect to always have the fondest memories of my Little Brown Reed. She was the only woman I’ve ever loved. I’ll never forget her and will always cherish her memory and the time we shared.”
“But?”
“But I’m no longer in love with her or anyone else.” He bent his head to brush his lips against her ear. “I’m yours for the taking, sweet.”
She trembled and gripped the back of his shirt. “Don’t.”
He nibbled her ear. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t make me feel things for you I don’t want to feel.”
“You can trust me,” he whispered but lifted his head.
“You can trust me,” he whispered but lifted his head.
“I think I do trust you, but I still want him back.”
“You keep telling yourself that while I change your mind.”
She sucked in a breath but made no effort to pull away from him.
They finished the dance in silence.
The next was fast and rhythmic. She was delighted to find he was a sexy, skillful dancer who seemed to enjoy dancing fast as much as he did dancing slowly.
After two more fast dances, they returned to their table.
“Would you like anything else?” he asked.
She glanced at the table. Neither one of them had done more than pick at
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