Time to let go.
As the chorus erupted, she bent forward, writhing in a show of pleasure and agony, lifting her arms above her, throwing her head back, and running her spread fingers over the edge of her corset, her breasts heaving with the exertion and excitement.
Something dark, sensual, and hungry thrilled through her. She smiled, her whole face warming with an expression of ecstasy.
Pointing an outstretched hand at him in the shadows, she peered through the darkness into his eyes, the emotion in her movements, the silent words on her lips, and the confession in her gaze conveying the truth of the lyrics.
His raw expression fueled the already scorching flames within, pouring waves of molten desire over her.
He was riveted, his eyes burning onyx, his knuckles white, and his whole frame as rigid as stone.
Her breath quickened.
She rose to her feet and danced as the mood moved her, as the music led her. She was a slave to the passion and the sensual ecstasy the simple flowing movements produced. She couldn’t stop her body from doing what it wanted to.
It was like breathing, and if she stopped, she’d die.
The chorus began again and she let the full emotion of her dance envelop her. Every fear, desire, hope, and ounce of love buried within her spilled forth. Her arms, hips, waist, head, and chest moved as though the very emotions themselves were pushing, pulling, lifting, and desperately trying to expel the demons of hunger and passion. Her body swayed, twisted,writhed, and begged for release from the hurt and anger threatening to overcome her.
She spread her hands across her chest, teasing, enthralling, and begging him to feel the same anguish and agony she did, to burn with the same blazing desire and lust that was consuming her.
As the power and passion of the dance moved through her, she glanced at him and dared him to look away.
He didn’t, and his whole body responded to her taunt, the erection in his pants evidence of his arousal.
Knowing the song was nearing its end, she released the floodgates, letting the adrenaline rush through her blood, heat her skin, and loosen her hold on her limbs.
Shewasthe dance, the music, the pinnacle of carnal passion...and she never wanted to come down.
She cast her gaze to the floor in a silent prayer for him to love her, to choose her above all else. With her face hidden behind the fall of her hair, she allowed the tears to slide down her cheeks. Her heart open and laid bare, the pieces held together by desperate hope.
The last strains of the music faded into silence. She drew back and waited, her breathing heavy from her exertion—physical and emotional.
She trembled as the adrenaline left her body.
Logan.
What was he thinking? Did he see her—who she really was, what she truly felt? Did he care?
She peeked through the strands of hair.
Flames of desire engulfed her.
His expression intense, desire and hunger etched dark lines into his face. His black eyes were twin lakes of fire, burning hotter than she’d ever imagined. Every muscle of his frame tensed, and a wave of dark, sexual energy radiated from himas though his entire being focused on her, on getting to and devouring her.
She held her breath and kept her head bowed, her cascades of hair hiding her flushed face and teary eyes. Because she danced for him with everything in her, her nerves were raw, her soul flayed and spread open for him to inspect. What if he didn’t want what she offered? What if his body responded but his heart remained untouched? What if the duke in him was disgusted with her, with what she’d done?
She trembled beneath his heated scrutiny. Anxious, terrified, and turned on as hell, she waited for him to respond.
He rose from the chair, and walked toward her.
He didn’t hesitate in his stride, his dark eyes bored into her, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. He didn’t utter a word, but the very air around him hummed with his intent.
She couldn’t breathe.
He stopped before her, and the waves of heat radiating from his taut body nearly floored her. His voice rumbled through the heavy silence of the room, and her heart stuttered a moment before pounding again.
“I am undone.”
