tactic…she couldn’t count how many times she’d planted her hands on his chest for balance. And loved the sensation of his broad solidness beneath her fingers.
Hawk Malone was gorgeous. He had virility wafting from his very pores. She tried to put his age at late twenties but he could even be younger. He certainly had the kind of body that was youthful, hard and fit as a rack.
His hands on her waist tugged her closer, and as Ashanti felt her hips bump into his, she instinctively rocked her body in an unconsciously seductive motion. She heard Hawk groan deeply.
“Babe, you’re really turning me on,” he moaned, his eyes heavy lidded. Ashanti gulped and then stiffened. Her face flushed deep pink and she placed her hands against his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” she half-giggled nervously, wondering why she was apologizing since he didn’t seem to be complaining! “I guess I’m getting a little carried away. But I haven’t danced like this in ages…”
Making to push away to a safe distance, Ashanti found that his hands on her waist held her fast. Her breath sucked in at his closeness which was having the strangest effect on her.
“Neither have I,” he put in, his hips grinding into hers for a moment before he put some reasonable space between them. But Ashanti couldn’t seem to stop blushing.
What on earth is happening to me?
“Oh? How come?” Ashanti asked curiously, trying to keep her mind off the hormones raging out of control. Knowing that this totally gorgeous man found her sexually attractive was making the room spin even faster around her.
“Well, considering I’ve been off in Afghanistan for months at a stretch, clubbing and dancing at bars weren’t exactly the usual pastime.”
His words made Ashanti’s eyes brighten in surprise. “Are you in the military?”
Hawk nodded, grinning at her expression. “Marines. Why? You got a thing for service men?”
Do I ever, Ashanti thought, with an inner quiver. Could tonight be even more perfect? There weren’t any of her friends who didn’t share her deep admiration for any kind of armed force personnel - and Ashanti definitely had secret fantasies that had a lot to do with hunky guys in the Marines.
It seemed incredible that Hawk fit the bill in every single way. He certainly looked the part with his tight, toned body evident even in his suit jacket, polo shirt and pants. His blonde hair was close-cropped and she remembered how he’d walked in like he’d got the place staked down. Was it still a wonder why she was all in a tizzy?
There was the adrenalin rush from the music, the alcohol…yes, true. But there were also a lot of sexual vibes coming from this handsome stranger who seemed to switch on all her lights without really trying. Just dancing with him was turning her into that alternate person that she could normally only be in her head. There was that Ashanti that she always had hidden; that part of her that had never had a chance to thrive, not with her deadbeat ex-fiancée Aaron.
Suddenly, she felt the need to stop holding back especially during this dance. And there was no harm in dancing, was there? It was a healthy, fun activity – and with the right person, it can even be exciting enough to get the blood pumping faster through every vein.
Truth to tell; dancing with a man like Hawk would make any normal woman’s heart race, her head spin…and all those things that happened to a woman’s senses when a man’s magnetism made its impact. And he’d said she turned him on? If only Hawk knew the thoughts running through her mind about him right then…
“You could say that,” Ashanti finally replied his question, her eyes fluttering up at him.
He grinned broadly and Ashanti had to catch a breath. That flash of gleaming white spurred another few twinges of arousal through her melting core. Oh no. For the first time in a long while, she was having the major hots for a guy. In the way she’d never felt for her ex.
The
Hawk Malone was gorgeous. He had virility wafting from his very pores. She tried to put his age at late twenties but he could even be younger. He certainly had the kind of body that was youthful, hard and fit as a rack.
His hands on her waist tugged her closer, and as Ashanti felt her hips bump into his, she instinctively rocked her body in an unconsciously seductive motion. She heard Hawk groan deeply.
“Babe, you’re really turning me on,” he moaned, his eyes heavy lidded. Ashanti gulped and then stiffened. Her face flushed deep pink and she placed her hands against his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” she half-giggled nervously, wondering why she was apologizing since he didn’t seem to be complaining! “I guess I’m getting a little carried away. But I haven’t danced like this in ages…”
Making to push away to a safe distance, Ashanti found that his hands on her waist held her fast. Her breath sucked in at his closeness which was having the strangest effect on her.
“Neither have I,” he put in, his hips grinding into hers for a moment before he put some reasonable space between them. But Ashanti couldn’t seem to stop blushing.
What on earth is happening to me?
“Oh? How come?” Ashanti asked curiously, trying to keep her mind off the hormones raging out of control. Knowing that this totally gorgeous man found her sexually attractive was making the room spin even faster around her.
“Well, considering I’ve been off in Afghanistan for months at a stretch, clubbing and dancing at bars weren’t exactly the usual pastime.”
His words made Ashanti’s eyes brighten in surprise. “Are you in the military?”
Hawk nodded, grinning at her expression. “Marines. Why? You got a thing for service men?”
Do I ever, Ashanti thought, with an inner quiver. Could tonight be even more perfect? There weren’t any of her friends who didn’t share her deep admiration for any kind of armed force personnel - and Ashanti definitely had secret fantasies that had a lot to do with hunky guys in the Marines.
It seemed incredible that Hawk fit the bill in every single way. He certainly looked the part with his tight, toned body evident even in his suit jacket, polo shirt and pants. His blonde hair was close-cropped and she remembered how he’d walked in like he’d got the place staked down. Was it still a wonder why she was all in a tizzy?
There was the adrenalin rush from the music, the alcohol…yes, true. But there were also a lot of sexual vibes coming from this handsome stranger who seemed to switch on all her lights without really trying. Just dancing with him was turning her into that alternate person that she could normally only be in her head. There was that Ashanti that she always had hidden; that part of her that had never had a chance to thrive, not with her deadbeat ex-fiancée Aaron.
Suddenly, she felt the need to stop holding back especially during this dance. And there was no harm in dancing, was there? It was a healthy, fun activity – and with the right person, it can even be exciting enough to get the blood pumping faster through every vein.
Truth to tell; dancing with a man like Hawk would make any normal woman’s heart race, her head spin…and all those things that happened to a woman’s senses when a man’s magnetism made its impact. And he’d said she turned him on? If only Hawk knew the thoughts running through her mind about him right then…
“You could say that,” Ashanti finally replied his question, her eyes fluttering up at him.
He grinned broadly and Ashanti had to catch a breath. That flash of gleaming white spurred another few twinges of arousal through her melting core. Oh no. For the first time in a long while, she was having the major hots for a guy. In the way she’d never felt for her ex.
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