Page 185 of My Real Love Affair

“Can I interest you in something sweet?” he asked.

Austin’s eyes never left mine. “Absolutely.”

We ordered dessert. What was delivered was a chocolate situation that was probably going to be obscenely good. I took one bite and groaned. It was every bit as good as expected, rich and decadent and meant to be shared. We took turns feeding each other bites. It should have felt cheesy, but instead it felt intimate. Sweet. Right.

CHAPTER 57

AUSTIN

“I’m so full,” Melody groaned as we walked out of the restaurant.

“You’re not ready to go home, are you?”

She grinned. “I won’t turn into a pumpkin just yet. What’s on your mind?”

“One more stop,” I said as we settled into the car after dinner.

“Really?”

“The night is still young.” I grinned at her. “Trust me?”

She pretended to think about it, tapping her chin. “I suppose I do. You haven’t steered me wrong yet.”

“That’s my girl.”

I gave Matt the address, and fifteen minutes later we pulled up in front of one of my favorite spots in the city, a club that managed to be upscale without being pretentious, with a dance floor that was always packed and a DJ who actually knew what he was doing.

“Dancing?” Melody asked, eyeing the line of people waiting to get in.

“You did mention wanting to burn off that chocolate dessert.”

She laughed. “I said no such thing.”

“Well, I want to dance with you. Humor me.”

The bouncer recognized me immediately and unhooked the velvet rope without hesitation. I heard a few grumbles from the line, but I ignored them, keeping Melody close as we headed inside. The bass thrummed through the floor, and colored lights swept across the packed space.

“This is not what I expected,” Melody said, having to raise her voice over the music.

“Good unexpected or bad unexpected?”

“Good.” She turned to face me, her body already starting to move to the rhythm. “Definitely good.”

I led her onto the dance floor, and everything else fell away. She moved against me, and I thought I might lose my mind. I couldn’t keep my hands off her body. I was keeping it PG-13, but damn, she was a temptress. I knew every inch of her body. I knew what those luscious curves felt like in my hands. It was making me stiffen just thinking about it.

“You’re staring again,” she said, her lips close to my ear.

“Can’t help it. You’re the most beautiful woman in this room.”

She rolled her eyes but was smiling. “Such a smooth talker.”

“Just telling the truth, baby girl.”

We danced through song after song. She laughed when I spun her, stumbled when her heel caught, and I caught her, pulling her flush against me.

“Careful,” I murmured.

“Where’s the fun in that?”