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He leaned close to my ear. "Can I dance with you like I didn't get to on Halloween?"

"What does that mean?" I put a hand on his chest.

He covered it with his own large palm. "I want to touch you, too. Have my hands on you as we move to the music."

I gave him a slow nod. "I'll ask my scared heart to step aside."

He started moving to the music, on par to the heavy beat of bass in my chest. "Let your heart stay. Mine is trying to join, too. There's room for them both."

His hands fell to my hips. I didn't know if he guided my movements or he followed, but we swayed in sync. My fingers clung to his tie, keeping him close. One, two songs, and our dancing became more sensual. His clean shaven cheek caressing my face, or his temple resting on mine. Our bodies sang together, rubbing and teasing.

The club kept a dim, cold blue light in the space. Different colors sparkled like stars from bulbs in the ceiling. Music was all we could hear, erasing the hundred people around us. I lost myself to our dance. Javier was a magnificent partner, reading my movements before I knew them myself, and matching me on every step of the way.

With assured hands, Javier turned me and pressed me to him. He breathed on my neck, kissed it; my mouth opened in surprise. My heart beat faster, in a heated response to his hands trailing paths on my skin, over my clothes. To his hardening cock, hidden to most people, but large and hard against my ass.

I gasped for air and pushed back. He hissed. All the while, we kept pace to the rhythm blasting through speakers. We could have been alone for all I knew; others might have danced more innocently or have been more overtly sexy. I didn't care. My hands reached back to swim in his hair. His fingers traveled over my hips, my waist, my tummy. Javier and I moved to the music in a way that had my heart galloping in an endless sprint, and it made me forget every doubt.

Despite the heat exuding from a hundred humans moving together, my nipples hardened to pinpoints. If we'd been alone, I would have brought Javier's hands to them. Let him touch me again — touch me more.

I had never been held like this. Never had a dance partner so good, I forgot why we moved like this. Music lifted me up, his body grounded me to the moment, and it all felt like foreplay instead.

I turned in his arms. Lifted my hands to his neck. His lips had parted, his breathing as fast as mine.

He watched me with blue fire in his eyes again. "Nora…"

His hands dug into the flesh where my back met my ass. He pulled me closer.

I lifted my face to his. Licked my lips.

"Nora…"

His lips crashed into mine. We kissed and kissed and yet we swayed and shifted following drums and bass and singing. My arms went around his shoulders and pulled, he kept me close and up on the tips of my feet.

Even as we stopped kissing and fought to catch our breath, our bodies sought each other.

He rested his forehead on mine. "I'm yours, Nora. Please. Let me show you."

I kissed him again. "Can we go to your home?"

We swayed in each other's arms for one beat, two.

"Have you forgiven me?" he finally asked.

"That… might happen. For now, I want to be with you tonight."

He hesitated. Gave me another kiss, like he couldn't help himself.

"You can stop me at any point," he said. "One word from you— hell, a single sigh that sounds unsure and I—"

"I won't stop you. I want to be with you tonight."

Chapter 37

Javier

I HADN'T FULLY CLOSED the door of my house when I pushed Nora against it and kissed her. Blood rushed in my ears, yet her fast breathing sounded as clear as my own. Lights off in my home, we moved against each other like we were still on the dance floor, now following a rhythm only we could hear.

Our bodies seemed glued together, and yet I craved more. A voracious need got me nibbling on her jaw, kissing her neck, sucking on her earlobe. If it weren't for her clothes, I'd take her right there. As it was, my hands couldn't stay still, touching every part of her I could reach.