“Why do you get to lead?” Henri placed his hands in Seb’s larger ones. Electricity raced up his arms and straight to his groin.
“Because I’ve taken years of lessons and you haven’t.”
“Good answer.”
Henri had never watched Seb dance, but imagined anyone that tall, with feet large enough to provide a firm foundation, must be awkward. But Seb didn’t dance—he floated, gliding effortlessly across the floor, Henri in tow. Every movement, every touch of skin against skin, sent Henri’s senses hyperaware. Even the brush of Sebastian’s fingers ignited a fire Henri didn’t understand. It was all he could do to keep his erection away from Sebastian’s thigh. He’d sworn to leave the man alone and intended to keep his word.
He was there, and it had been a long time. Nothing more. Henri was merely being a guy. Any attraction meant nothing. Yet when Seb’s breath wafted over Henri’s ear, Henri stumbled. Seb caught him. Good, dependable Seb never once misstepped.
The music ended and Seb dipped Henri backward. Only inches of space separated their lips. Henri stared up into Seb’s eyes. Something clicked. They moved as one, lips connecting with lips, a brief meeting, and then apart again. One moment Seb held him, the next minute he dashed toward the door. “I need to start dinner.”
Henri stood in the middle of the room, running his fingers over his mouth. Sebastian had kissed him. A sweet, haven’t-seen-since-grade-school innocent gesture. The smile was on his face long before Henri realized it. He returned to the piano an enlightened man.
While he’d never sing such sappiness in public, the settee wasn’t likely to tell.
“He kissed me….”
* * *
Over thenext few days, Henri studied Sebastian. His every precise move. Lucas had sent him here to learn discipline. Seb needed to unlearn discipline. After the first surprise kiss, no more followed. No way was the kiss coerced. If Seb loosened up once, maybe it would happen again. “I need to go to town. I’ll be back in a bit.” Henri trotted down the stairs, past Seb, helmet in hand.
“Want me to come with you? I could drive my car.”
And ruin the surprise? Nope. Not happening. “Nah, that’s all right. When I get back you can go with me.” On Henri’s bike.
