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against her spine. Her legs wobbled.
    “Would you relax? I’m not going to bite you. Unless you ask
me to.”
    His teasing wink was not comforting. His gaze focused on
hers and for the life of her she couldn’t pull herself away.
    Chemistry. Biology. This was the stuff she wrote about, but
had never really felt with a man. This self-combusting ache that settled
somewhere between her legs, making her breasts tingle, her body fire up in preparation
for…
    For what? For sex? With Mark? He’d laugh if she told him
what she’d been thinking.
    They were wedged tight within the throng of heated bodies
surrounding them, all swaying to the music. Some men’s hands rested on their
women’s buttocks. Considering they were in public, it was a free-for-all of
sexuality that astounded her.
    “No one cares,” Mark said.
    She refocused on his face. “Cares about what?”
    “About who is touching who and where they’re touching.
Everyone’s into the music, the moment, concentrating only on the body they’re
holding onto. Do you see anyone else studying the people around them?”
    She scanned the room, realizing that the couples on the
dance floor focused only on each other. Okay, maybe she’d been wrong. “No.”
    “Then look at me, Lara. Feel me, touch me anywhere you want.
Let your senses come alive and get into the moment. Get into the reality.”
    The offer was tempting, but scared her to death. “I’m doing
fine.”
    His lips curled in a delicious smile that made her shudder
with a need she hadn’t realized existed. “But I’m not.”
    Blazing a scorching trail of fire, his hands moved up her
back to tickle the nape of her neck, then slowly, ever so slowly, traveled
downward past the middle of her spine. Then lower, and even lower.
    When he rested his fingers against the top of her butt, she
gasped, but he held her firm. His fingers burned through her skimpy dress and
flimsy panties, scorching her skin.
    “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
    She almost blurted the yes that automatically hung on
her lips. But his hands felt too good. “No.”
    “Then touch me. Anywhere you want.”
    Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she moved her hands
over his shoulders, delighting in the feel of his muscles tensing against her
fingers. Exploring further, she moved her palms over his chest. His heart beat
fast and strong against her hand.
    So did his erection. Nestled between her legs, he rocked his
hips against her and sparks shot off deep inside her sex. He was hard. She
turned him on. Holy hell, that was exciting!
    “Feel what you do to me?”
    “Yes.”
    “What are your thoughts?”
    She didn’t want to tell him what her thoughts were. But she
couldn’t help herself. “It excites me.”
    His whiskey eyes darkened, the sensual promise within their
depths melting her from the inside out. “Good.”
    He pulled her close to his chest and her nipples beaded to
hard points. They ached for his touch, his mouth, anything to douse the fire
he’d started. He arched a brow and grinned, then moved against her, mirroring
the dancing couples around them.
    Each time he ground against her mound, she wanted to drop in
a heap of arousal onto the floor. Her clit was in a knot, her pussy pulsing.
Juices ran from her slit onto her panties, readying her for a sensual assault
she truly wanted but knew she wasn’t going to get.
    Really, how could people take this sexual teasing? The
academic part of her mind wanted to take notes, to jot down every thought,
every sensation running through her body. The woman part of her wanted to rip
Mark’s clothes off and have her way with him right here, right now.
    She was pathetic. One dance, one hot body rubbing against
hers and she was toast.
    “Let’s go,” he said, moving away from her and leaving her
chilled and wanting.
    She thought he was tired of dancing, but instead of
returning to their seats he led her out the door and back to his car.
    That was it? One drink, one body-melting