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and held her close, gently moving to a beat only he heard. Or perhaps she heard it too since her body kept perfect time with his unhurried movements.
    “You pulling in some extra bucks on the hotline, too?” she teased, liking the way his arm wrapped around her waist. Liking how her body melted into his hard frame. Loving his spicy sandalwood scent. “Perhaps you can tell my future?”
    His hand rested on the low of her back, right at where her flesh met the silky crimson material of her dress. The tip of his finger slid beneath the edge and traced back and forth.
    Jessie shivered. Which was as ridiculous as everything else about her reaction to him. Why shiver when he set her on fire?
    “Uhm, you were going to tell my future,” she prompted, suddenly uncomfortable with the heat jettisoning through her body. Lava bubbled low in her belly. Real low. Threatening to erupt and engulf all in its path.
    “Was I?” He leaned in, mere centimeters from her earlobe, and took a deep breath. He sighed. A deep, masculine, pleased sigh. Like just smelling her satisfied him.
    Hot breath moistened the sensitive skin behind her ear. Jessie’s knees threatened to buckle.
    Colin’s head lifted. His eyes dark, he stared at her lips as if he fought to keep from taking them, by force if necessary. He spoke soft, low. “I see crutches in your future.”
    Jessie blinked.
    “Crutches?” she screeched softly, surprised. She’d thought he’d say steamy showers and massage oil. Satin sheets and breakfast in bed. Anything except something with humor. He’d surprised her. That intrigued her all the more.
    He grinned, looking devilishly handsome. “Okay, so maybe just an ace wrap around your foot, but definitely your future holds limping and sore feet.”
    “I don’t know,” she mused, liking how his brooding expression from when he’d propped against the wall now radiated with charm and amusement. “You’re doing a pretty good job dancing for a man who threatened to stomp my toes a hundred times during a single song.”
    “I was warned to never underestimate you. Perhaps I should warn you to do the same in regards to me.” He dipped his head low, his breath soft and warm against her ear. “Never underestimate me or you’ll have regrets.”
    “Sounds nasty.”
    “I am.” He chuckled, but a real threat lay beneath his words. He knew it, she knew it. “A horrible beast who shouldn’t be trusted. Just ask anyone who knows me.”
    “I don’t know anyone who knows you,” she reminded, wondering how he managed to make a threat sound so sexy. “Until tonight I’d never heard of you.”
    “Guess that puts me in my place.” His fingers dipped lower beneath her dress material.
    On the crowded dance floor, she doubted anyone could see or would care if they noticed. She should stop him, slap him, something , but she didn’t do more than move her body in sync with his.
    Why had he sought her out? Although the conversation between them felt natural, light, flirty, something more sinister lurked beneath the surface. She kept her toes curled inside her Jimmy Choos just in case.
    His fingers dipped lower still. Enough.
    “If you’d like to put your hands down my dress any further I suggest we go back to your place.”
    His hand flattened against her back, and his feet stilled. “You’d go with me?”
    Would she?
    “No,” she answered honestly. Despite her attraction to him, she really had reached a new place in her life. A place where she demanded more from men than a romp in bed and a distraction from the lonely thoughts in her head. “I just met you, and I can’t say you’ve been particularly nice or that I even like you.”
    His forehead furrowed, looking almost offended, which was ludicrous considering how he’d treated her in the taxi. Yet the look compelled her to elaborate, to admit more.
    “But there is something captivating about you. In a weird sort of way.” She brushed her hand against his nape. His soft dark