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head
to stare into his green eyes levelly. Alex was surprised by her next words,
which came in more of a question than his demand from earlier. “Dance with me?”
    Alex
picked up his glass and studied her as he drank. He tapped his forefinger
against his bottom lip as if he needed to consider the situation before
committing to it. “Okay,” he finally said before rising.
    The
other dancers faded away from her consciousness as they swayed in their midst.
When he’d once more settled his hands comfortably on her hips, she bypassed his
biceps in favor of sliding her hands up his magnificent chest and slowly
encircled his neck, effectively drawing their bodies intimately closer. She
inhaled his spicy, woodsy cologne and sighed, her face buried in the crook of
his neck. He tensed slightly when she pressed her lips softly against his skin.
    Letting
out a long, slow breath, he murmured, “Little Devil, don’t start something you
can’t finish.”
    She
shivered at the touch of his lips against the shell of her ear. She swallowed
as she warred with herself over the needs of her heated flesh and her ability
to act on it. She lifted her needful eyes up to his. There were so many things
bouncing around in her head, as well as in her body. She desperately wanted the
ache she carried in her heart salved by this beautiful stranger – a man whose
name she didn’t even know.
    He held
her gaze steadily. “What do you want?” he asked softly as she seemed to be
teetering on the edge of something monumental.
    Blowing
a breath through her lips, she licked against their sudden dryness and
whispered quickly before she lost her nerve, “You.”
    He
inhaled the breath she’d just let out and tugged her hands from around his
neck, holding them instead within his own. He pressed soft lips against the
backs of her fingers as he contemplated her. “Why?”
    She was
forced to look away from his intense stare, her confidence falling away from
her. Looking at their joined hand, she asked, “Do I have to have a reason?” She
fumbled on in a rush when she glanced up and saw his eyebrows knit together,
knowing she was losing him. “I just… I don’t want … I want to be…” she stopped
before she said the word free ,
instead she added, “with you.” Color rushed up into her already alcohol heated
cheeks. As doubts and insecurities rushed to the forefront, she gave a small
shake of her head at her own foolishness and jerked her hand out of his. “No…
never mind… I just… I… I don’t know…” she trailed off, embarrassed.
    Without
another word, he tugged her along behind him as he threw some bills onto the
table and grabbed her suitcase. They wove their way around tables and bodies
dotted throughout the bar before making their way to the elevator. Alex stepped
in and pushed the button for his floor and watched as she leaned back against
the wall of the elevator. For someone who’d just told a man she wanted him, she
seemed nervous and uncomfortable. While the lush curves of her body called to
him, it’d been a long time since he’d had to woo a woman into bed. He smiled
when she jumped as the elevator doors pinged.
    She hadn’t
realized how tightly wound she was. She glanced up to meet the intense gaze of
the handsome man across from her. The mint of his eyes was intensified by his
light hair and tanned face. The thought crossed her mind that he was opposite
of her in looks as well, where he was light, she was dark. Where he was hard
muscles, she was soft curves. She glanced down at his hands which were holding
her suitcase. He had strong, capable hands. She knew without a shadow of a
doubt she’d be safe within them. Confident in her decision, she stepped out the
elevator and waited as he led them toward his room.
    Alex
swiped a hand across his lips as he led the complicated woman down the hallway.
To say he didn’t quite understand her game was like saying a room of
kindergarteners didn’t understand quantum physics.