His strong, muscular frame leads me around as if we’ve been doing it for years.
I don’t even remember the last time I danced on my own—let alone with anyone else—but being in his arms is far from a hardship. We drift around the floor with ease, and I pick up the moves he guides me through much quicker than I would’ve imagined.
As he spins me out, he catches me off guard with a new move. My feet trip on themselves, but he quickly helps me recover by pulling me close.
With his strong arms holding me tight, I’m certain he whispers, “You’re still just as beautiful as ever,” but I can’t be sure.
“Wha…” escapes my lips as I rear back to look him in the eye, but he cuts me off.
Pointedly, with his eyes locked on mine, he states, “You heard what I said, Faye. The only difference between the first time I told you and now is that you’re even more beautiful.”
My stomach dips as electricity pulses through my veins, making my body react before my brain can think better of it. The next thing I know, I’m cupping his stubbled jaw and pulling him closer.
All the pent-up energy I’ve been holding in from the moment my eyes landed on Mark three days ago flows between us in an instant.
Without hesitation, his lips crash onto mine, and a fiery inferno explodes between us. Simultaneously, his hand slides along my back to my neck as the other pulls my hip flush against him.
My body melts into him as our kiss deepens. Heat floods through me as his tongue meets mine, making my brain short-circuit and my need for him grow out of control. Every nerve ending in my body trips like a live wire and pulses through me, from my head to my toes, with each beat of my heart.
I barely even notice when someone accidentally bumps into us, causing Mark to regretfully break our kiss.
Thank God Mark’s holding me upright, or I’d be a puddle on the ground.
We barely hear the intruders’ muttered “Sorry” over the music, but all I can do is stare at the sexy man before me.
Mark’s eyes never leave mine as he rakes a palm over the grin I swear he’s trying to hide.
“What the hell was that?” I pant as I wonder how in the world this man managed to completely consume me with just a kiss.
He smirks triumphantly, then leans in so only I can hear as he says, “That, my dear, was one hell of a kiss.”
You can say that again.
Leaning in, he brushes his lips against mine again, then pulls back with a devilish grin as he reaches for my hand.
“I’m not so sure I’m gonna be able to keep dancing with you if you keep lookin’ at me like that. What do you say, Faye? You wanna get out of here?”
Reaching up on my toes to steal one more kiss, I sigh heavily, then quickly add, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Somehow, I manage to get us home without breaking too many traffic laws.
Holy fuck, I can’t believe how fast things heated up between Faye and me on that dance floor. What started as an innocent kiss kicked into overdrive in no time. If that couple hadn’t bumped into us, I’m sure it would have turned indecent in only a matter of moments.
I’m always in control and never caught off guard.
How could I have allowed that to happen?
It’s Faye Ames, you dipshit.
She’s always had this effect on you.
As I pull into my driveway, I’ve never been more thankful for living in this small town. It took less than seven minutes to navigate home, and from the look Faye’s giving me now, I’m not even sure we’ll make it inside.
I kill the engine as the garage door shuts behind us, then reach across and cup her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. Now that there’s no longer an audience, I finally allow myself to get lost in her.
“Mmmm…” she groans, and it takes everything in me not to drag her across the console and onto my lap. Positioning myself into a better angle to devour her lips, the loud blaring of my horn scares the shit out of both of us.
Instantly, we jump apart.
