“I’m sorry!” she says but I just shake my head. “Damn. I really got you!” she says with a smile.
“You did,” I say.
“Does that mean I win?” she asks.
“Yes. You win,” I answer, and she does a little victory dance, complete with fake audience cheering. “How are you so good at that by the way? Your footwork was perfect.”
“I’m a dancer,” she says matter-of-factly.
“How long have you been dancing?” I ask.
She goes into a tendu, then a degage, then bending into an arabesque and finally a developpe. She looks up at me with her leg fully extended. “My whole life,” she answers. “Since I was three.”
“It’s beautiful,” I tell her, all kinds of feelings waking up inside of me as I watch her. She smiles over at me. I swallow; the air between us suddenly feeling warmer and alive. Then her smile fades immediately into a frown.
“Oh my god, you’re bleeding,” she says, rushing over to me.
“What?” I ask, feeling slightly off-kilter by the change of mood.
“You’re bleeding,” she says again, and I touch my mouth. And sure enough, there’s a small stream of blood trailing from the corner of my mouth down my chin.
“Oh, it’s fine,” I say.
“Does it hurt?” she asks. “Here, let me see.”
Mila stands on her toes, her body arched against mine as she focuses on my lips, wiping my chin gently with her thumb. Instinctively, my hands grab her hips, holding her to me, and her eyes flash up to mine.
She swallows and I brush my hand along her jawline, clasping her cheek softly in my palm.
Then I kiss her.
It’s slow at first and then goes deeper until all the blood in my body heats up and surges south. She murmurs into my mouth before pulling back just enough to gasp in a sharp breath of air.
“Dominic,” she whispers, her hands against my chest. “I want you.”
Chapter 27
Mila
“I want you,”I tell him, and as much as I know we shouldn’t be doing this…again…I don’t really care right now. Honestly, to hell with the rules. A million tiny things have happened in the past few days. Rules have already been broken, and all those things are adding up. Adding up to a change of plans. Adding up to a new agreement, even. Adding up to this moment.
I don’t have to say more than that. Dominic picks me up and pulls me back into the kiss. I link my legs around his torso and he grabs the bottom hem of my green dress, pulling it up before clasping my thighs in his hands.
“Are we really doing this?” I ask, breaking the suction of the kiss.
“Doing what?” he asks.
“Having sex here,” I whisper as if someone can hear us.
“Why not?” he asks. “You just said you want me.”
“I do,” I say achingly.
“But–”
“But what?” he asks.
“There are cameras,” I say, and he looks around.
