After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded. “Y-yes”
His metallic eyes bore deep into her own. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Her whispered answer was immediate. It was also the truth. “I do.”
One corner of his desirable mouth curled slowly. With his right hand already on her back, Grant clasped their free hands together. He raised them high, creating the perfect waltz position.
Leaning closer, he turned his voice low and sultry before ordering, “Then stop talking and follow my lead.”
A second later, with a spine-tingling wink, Grant Hill began to dance.
His feet glided seamlessly over the dance floor, matching the rhythmic beat of the music.
One, two, three...one, two, three...one, two three.
His callused palm pressed gently against the bare skin of her back, a stimulating jolt of electricity running straight to her core. Inner muscles clenched on reflex. Her body responding to his touch as though it was a lifeline she desperately needed.
A warm, tingling sensation began to spread in her lower belly as Brynnon fell in line and followed his lead. She and Grant swayed elegantly, keeping in time to the soft, wistful music.
Spellbound, she moved as he slid them side-to-side. Forward and back. Together, they whirled amongst the other dancers. Not as a couple, but as one.
Holy hell.The man couldn’t just dance. He was reallygoodat it.
Brynnon was still trying to wrap her mind around that fact when she felt their bodies start to turn. Pulling her in even closer, the surprisingly gentle man held on a little tighter as he led them into their first spin.
Not missing a beat, Grant’s feet moved expertly as they traveled across the hardwood floor, the bottom of her full dress swishing around their legs as they twirled. Before long, the spin was over, and in another surprise move, the former SEAL leaned in toward her.
With Grant’s protective arm wrapped securely around her waist, Brynnon arched her back with the movement. The two worked together to lower into a slight dip before returning to an upright position.
The pattern continued on...Dance. Twirl. Dip. At some point—she wasn’t sure exactly when—they’d both subconsciously moved their hands from the classic waltz position to a more intimate yet acceptable variation.
With their bodies even closer now, his rugged jaw brushed against her temple. Brynnon could feel his hot breath on her shoulder. The way it moved in and out with as much speed and force as her own was a telling sign.
He feels it, too.
Grant’s fingertips dug into her back and hip as the song reached its intense crescendo. Losing herself in the impassioned embrace, Brynnon closed her eyes, welcoming the power and strength the man exuded.
The former SEAL often came off brusque and unemotional. But in that moment, the fierce warrior danced with the grace and ease rivaling the great Fred Astaire.
When the music softened and the song’s ending drew near, Grant leaned forward moving them into their final dip. Trusting the arms wrapped snuggly around her, Brynnon slowly let her head tip backward, arching even farther than before.
Without question, she knew this man would always keep her from falling.
Feeling a sudden need to see his handsome face, Brynnon lifted her lids. The raw hunger staring back at her seized the breath inside her frozen lungs.
An intense wave of arousal washed over her with such force, it most assuredly would’ve brought Brynnon to her knees had Grant not been holding on so tightly.
Consumed by their desire for one another, it took several seconds for either of them to realize the music had stopped, and the crowd had broken into a loud applause.
Clearing his throat, Grant glanced away as he pulled Brynnon back to her feet, breaking the almost staggering connection they’d just shared.
Remembering where they were, and who was watching, Brynnon put on a smile and turned to face those cheering, realizing they were the only couple left on the dance floor.
“Well,” a woman’s voice boomed over the sound system.
Brynnon looked to the stage, immediately recognizing Leslie, the woman in charge of the charity.
With a toothy grin, she said, “I think we all know who the winning couple is this year. Let’s hear it for our very own Brynnon Cantrell and her date”—Leslie double-checked the list of names— “Grant.”
