“Sure you can. Follow my lead.”
He took her in his arms, and within minutes, had them spinning on the dance floor as if they’d done it together for years. Every time Damian turned her, he tugged her closer. The scent from the flower in her hair combined with the light perfume she’d used was an aphrodisiac. He slid his thigh between her legs and spun her halfway across the floor. Her skirt billowed out, and her curls danced in the light of the lanterns.
Kerry threw her head back, her throat muscles moving as she laughed. He did some different movements, and each time she followed him with ease. Her beautiful, hazel eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed a deep pink.
Was this how she would look in the throes of passion?
The music reverberated through his body, tightening his gut as the woman in his arms held him captive. Her scent, her feel, her softness.
His gaze met hers, and her smile faltered as she searched his face, questioning.
The band finished the merengue and moved quickly and easily into a slow number. Damian cupped Kerry’s face and lowered his head. His lips pressed against hers, and she slid her palms up his chest to circle his neck. Slim fingers played with the hair at his collar. He turned their fused bodies slowly in a circle and ravished her mouth, pressing against her lips with his tongue, seeking entrance. She opened, granting him access to the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.
The dance was slow and long. Kerry felt perfect in his arms. Exactly where she belonged. He tucked her head against his chest, and leaned his cheek on her silky hair. It didn’t matter what it took, he would have this woman. Not for one night, or one week, but forever.
She drew in a deep breath as the last note slipped into oblivion. “I really need to get some sleep. I have a big day tomorrow.”
“That you do.” He intertwined their fingers as they strolled back to their table. Damian picked up the check, and after a brief examination, threw bills down. “Let’s go.”
Once they were outside, he turned to her. “Do you want me to fetch a cab?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not quite ready to give up this beautiful night. The walk will help me sleep.”
“I can think of another way to help you relax so you can sleep.” He slid his glance toward her.
She smirked. “Nice try, cowboy. But the answer is no. I hate to use an old cliché, but I’m not that kind of girl.”
Indeed, her experience was very limited for her time. She’d never dated anyone except Cody, and never slept with another man. In all honesty, no one else had appealed to her that way. Until now.
After the kiss they’d shared on the dance floor, Kerry was no longer so sure about what kind of a girl she was. Her body had never reacted so swiftly to a man. She licked her lips where the heat from his mouth still tingled.
It scared her more than she cared to admit.
Damian continued to hold her hand as they walked. She noted the street was a lot less populated than when they’d been going in the other direction. After the brief twenty minute walk, he held the hotel door open for her, and they entered the lobby. A woman in a red and gold uniform jacket waved from where she talked on the phone behind the desk. Kerry’s thoughts about Damian and her reaction to him twisted her into knots as the elevator brought them to their floor, and he walked her to her room.
“Thanks. I had a really good time.”
He tucked a lose curl behind her ear. “So did I. Did you notice we danced together like we’d done it hundreds of times?”
She nodded, chewing her lower lip.
“What does that tell you?”
Kerry tilted her head and chuckled. “We watched the same ‘how to dance the merengue’ video on YouTube?”
He grinned. “Smart mouth.” Damian drew her to him and groaned as he captured that mouth with his.
Kerry sucked in a sharp breath, and then joined him in a dance of tongues, sending sparks throughout her body, and setting her heart to thumping so loud he must’ve heard it. There was a dreamy intimacy to their kiss that enveloped her with heat, and a desire to have more. He slid his arm around her shoulders, his other hand cupping her bottom, as he pressed her to his groin.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered in her ear as he scattered kisses along her neck, her jaw, and back to her lips.
She gripped his shoulders, her hands shaking from desire as they kneaded his flesh. After a minute, she slid her palms to his chest and pushed him back. “I need to go in now.” Her voice trembled.
“All right, darlin’.” He released her, and ran his knuckles over her cheek. “No pressure. As nuts as it sounds, I want you more than any woman I’ve ever met. But when we make love, it will be your choice.”
She raised her eyebrows, studying his determined expression. “You say that like it’s a given.”
He cupped her chin, rubbing his thumb over her lips. “It is.”