Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
They’ve thought of everything. “Thank you.”
“We’ll start slow,” Alejandro assures me. “Right now, it’s just you and me. Del will watch. As you get comfortable, he’ll open the door. Hopefully, your blackmailer will be waiting.”
Del watching us. Other strangers staring. Now comes the hard—and arousing— part. I wish the thought of Alejandro touching me didn’t turn me on so much…almost as much as I wish the thought of a crowd seeing our every move didn’t make my blood race.
But it all does. Unbearably. And Alejandro knows it.
I bite my lip. “O-okay.”
Alejandro smiles, something that both sets me at ease and makes my heart trip. In one look, he manages to both calm my fears and rouse my desire.
I can’t shake the feeling this night will be unlike anything I ever imagined.
Del is a big shadow sitting in the dark corner, head cocked and arms crossed over his wide chest.
“Focus on me, querida,” Alejandro murmurs. “Only me.”
I give him a shaky nod, and he tugs on the hand he's holding, pulling my body into his.
“Dance with me.”
Did I hear him right? “D-dance?”
He nods. “Just dance.”
After a quick snap of his fingers, music begins to filter through the room, a soft but spicy Latin tune, perfect for a rumba. In fact, I recognize the tune.
Alejandro leads me into a basic, my body brushing his with every step, as my feet move automatically to the beat. His unbuttoned shirt flutters as he moves, offering tantalizing glimpses of hard pectorals, flat, brown nipples, hints of dark hair. My mind whirls with possibilities.
“You recall the exact music we danced to at the charity gala?”
“I've never forgotten a single thing about you.”
11
Imelt—on the spot. No man has ever taken such an interest in just me or been so keenly attentive.
I relax against him and drift into the dance. He spices up our steps. After a sharp turn in his arms, my nearly bare back rests against his half-covered chest, his hot breath on my neck, my hips gyrating back against his erection. His palm flattens against my naked belly, which flares with arousal at his touch.
I turn my head, glancing over my shoulder at him. His fiery gaze is full of challenge as he slowly caresses me until both of his hands rest on my hips. Then he guides them in a movement that’s pure, raw sex.
“Del is watching us. Watching you. Getting hard for you,” he whispers.
“No,” I protest automatically.
But my blood flashes hot.
Alejandro turns me out in a tight spin, then tugs. I crash into his body again, followed by a deep dip. My gaze snaps up to his.
His face looms dominant, masterful. “Yes.”
My nipples spring to hard peaks.
As he raises me slowly, he curls one hand around my nape. The other he flattens between my breasts…before slowly shifting to press over one soft mound. He teases my nipple with a soft touch.
I suck in a breath. Desire drops like a bomb in the pit of my stomach. That strong face of his—all hint of teasing, of reassuring, of politeness—gone. In his place stands a man who means to have me.
While he fits his hips against mine and rocks, his lips collide with mine. A brush, a slide, a taste. I follow his lead, shocked by the way my heart accelerates like a race car, zooming to hyper-speed in seconds until it pounds in my ears. He tastes of coffee and man and aggression. I open to him, aching for him to sink deeper.
Instead, he spins me out. I whirl away from him on instinct.
The rumba is the dance of love…but there’s teasing involved. The woman hesitating, the man pursuing. Somehow, I just know Alejandro loves to pursue.
The last thing I should do is make my surrender too easy for him.
I walk away, hips swaying, head held high. For a moment, I focus on Del. He leans forward in his chair, his posture tense, his eyes burning. His fingers clutch the chair with white knuckles. I smile, writhe, and caress my way between my breasts, down my belly, skirting my aching sex to caress the tops of my thighs. When the music pauses, I hear Del’s indrawn breath.
Feminine power, heady and amazing, crashes into me. This is why I love dancing, knowing I can make men want and people feel just by watching my body.
Then I glance over my shoulder as Alejandro prowls closer, shedding his black shirt, leaving it forgotten on the floor as he nears. Powerful bronze shoulders snag my gaze. His hard-muscled chest narrows into six-pack abs dusted with a treasure trail that disappears into the waistband of his pants. The enticing view makes my mouth water. But the look on his face…hungry, unrepentant, demanding, has me shuddering with want.
Damn, I’m staring—and loving it.
Alejandro stops directly behind me, so close I feel the heat of his body. Though he doesn’t touch me, he sucks me deeper into his sexual web just by being near and sharing the rhythm of the dance.