masculinity? It was impossible to quell the electric buzz of anticipation when their cue came and he swept her onto the dance floor, yet she stiffened when he drew her against him, instinctively fighting his power to affect her so physically.
‘Relax, Christina,’ he murmured. ‘Let your body respond to the rhythm of the music. I know it can.’
Of course, he knew. There was very little he didn’t know about her body and how it responded. And she had to find out what it might be like with him now, didn’t she? If she was to give it a chance.
She forced herself to relax and go with the flow of the dance. He held her very close; her breasts pressed to his chest, her stomach in fluttering contact with his groin area, her thighs brushing his with every move he made. Her heart was pounding much faster than the beat of the music. Her female hormones were stirred into a lustful frenzy. She was in the arms of a Greek God who was hers for the taking and the temptation to take whatever she could of him was roaring through her.
Ari made the most of Christina’s surrender to the dance, hoping the sexual chemistry sizzling through him was being transmitted through every sensual contact point. She felt good in his arms. She was the right height for him, tall enough for their bodies to fit in a very satisfying way as he moved her around the dance floor. The sway of her hips, the fullness of her breasts impacting with their lush femininity, the scent of her skin and hair … everything about her was firing up his desire to have her surrender to him.
The waltz ended. She didn’t exactly push out of his embrace but eased herself back enough to put a little distance between them. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept her eyes lowered, their thick black lashes hiding any vulnerable feelings. He was sure she had been physically affected by the intimacy of the dance but whether that was enough to sway her his way he didn’t know.
The Master of Ceremonies invited all the guests to dance to the next song which had been especially requested by the bride. Ari instantly understood its significance when the band started playing the tune. He and Christina had heard Stevie Wonder’s version of it on the car radio on one of their trips together.
‘You are the sunshine of my life,’ he said, recalling how he had applied the words to her. ‘It’s your father’s favourite song.’
‘Yes,’ she said huskily. ‘Cass misses him, too. He would have been very proud of her today.’ Her lashes lifted and she gave him a wry little smile. ‘I’m surprised you remembered.’
‘Special songs can be very evocative. You were the sunshine of my life while we were together, Christina.’
The smile twisted into a grimace. ‘There’s been a long night since then, Ari. Though I’m sure you found plenty of sunshine elsewhere.’
‘Not of the same quality.’
Her gaze slid away from his. ‘We have to dance,’ she muttered.
She allowed him to hold her close again without any initial resistance. It was some progress, he thought, though he savagely wished she wouldn’t keep harping on the other women who’d been in his life. The past was the past—impossible to change it. If she’d just set her sights on the future, that was the progress he needed.
He bent his head closer to hers and murmured, ‘What you and I can have now is what matters, Christina.’
She didn’t answer.
Hopefully she was thinking about it.
Tina fiercely wished she could forget everything else but now, pretend she was meeting Ari for the first time, feeling all that he made her feel, her whole body brilliantly alive to exciting sensations. She wouldn’t care about the other women if this was her first experience with him. She’d be blissfully thinking that he was the man who could make her life complete.
Maybe he would if she set the pain he’d given her aside. He’d said he wanted to give her back the dreams he’d destroyed. Yet it was a terribly risky step,
‘Relax, Christina,’ he murmured. ‘Let your body respond to the rhythm of the music. I know it can.’
Of course, he knew. There was very little he didn’t know about her body and how it responded. And she had to find out what it might be like with him now, didn’t she? If she was to give it a chance.
She forced herself to relax and go with the flow of the dance. He held her very close; her breasts pressed to his chest, her stomach in fluttering contact with his groin area, her thighs brushing his with every move he made. Her heart was pounding much faster than the beat of the music. Her female hormones were stirred into a lustful frenzy. She was in the arms of a Greek God who was hers for the taking and the temptation to take whatever she could of him was roaring through her.
Ari made the most of Christina’s surrender to the dance, hoping the sexual chemistry sizzling through him was being transmitted through every sensual contact point. She felt good in his arms. She was the right height for him, tall enough for their bodies to fit in a very satisfying way as he moved her around the dance floor. The sway of her hips, the fullness of her breasts impacting with their lush femininity, the scent of her skin and hair … everything about her was firing up his desire to have her surrender to him.
The waltz ended. She didn’t exactly push out of his embrace but eased herself back enough to put a little distance between them. Her cheeks were flushed and she kept her eyes lowered, their thick black lashes hiding any vulnerable feelings. He was sure she had been physically affected by the intimacy of the dance but whether that was enough to sway her his way he didn’t know.
The Master of Ceremonies invited all the guests to dance to the next song which had been especially requested by the bride. Ari instantly understood its significance when the band started playing the tune. He and Christina had heard Stevie Wonder’s version of it on the car radio on one of their trips together.
‘You are the sunshine of my life,’ he said, recalling how he had applied the words to her. ‘It’s your father’s favourite song.’
‘Yes,’ she said huskily. ‘Cass misses him, too. He would have been very proud of her today.’ Her lashes lifted and she gave him a wry little smile. ‘I’m surprised you remembered.’
‘Special songs can be very evocative. You were the sunshine of my life while we were together, Christina.’
The smile twisted into a grimace. ‘There’s been a long night since then, Ari. Though I’m sure you found plenty of sunshine elsewhere.’
‘Not of the same quality.’
Her gaze slid away from his. ‘We have to dance,’ she muttered.
She allowed him to hold her close again without any initial resistance. It was some progress, he thought, though he savagely wished she wouldn’t keep harping on the other women who’d been in his life. The past was the past—impossible to change it. If she’d just set her sights on the future, that was the progress he needed.
He bent his head closer to hers and murmured, ‘What you and I can have now is what matters, Christina.’
She didn’t answer.
Hopefully she was thinking about it.
Tina fiercely wished she could forget everything else but now, pretend she was meeting Ari for the first time, feeling all that he made her feel, her whole body brilliantly alive to exciting sensations. She wouldn’t care about the other women if this was her first experience with him. She’d be blissfully thinking that he was the man who could make her life complete.
Maybe he would if she set the pain he’d given her aside. He’d said he wanted to give her back the dreams he’d destroyed. Yet it was a terribly risky step,
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