interacted. He always had. He was happier on the fringes.
The bar was busy, as usual. The band was finishing up for the night and several couples had taken to the floor for the last dance. It was slow and easy.
Hank glanced toward Chrissten. She was sitting with her eyes partially closed, swaying to the music. He left his post and strode to the table. “Dance with me.”
Every muscle in his body tensed as he awaited her reply. He wanted to dance with her, wanted to feel her body alongside his as they moved to the rhythm of the music.
“I’m not very good, but I promise not to step on your toes,” he added when she hesitated. His tone was light but what he was feeling was anything but.
A tiny smile curved the corners of her mouth. “You promise?”
“Cross my heart.” He held out his hand and almost howled with pleasure when she took it. With her in front of him, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her around the tables to the small dance floor.
He knew the other members of the pack were watching them, could feel their eyes on him. Screw them. He was making his intentions public whether Chrissten realized it or not.
He slid his arms around her waist and rested his hands on the small of her back. He was careful not to hold her too close. He didn’t want her to feel confined in any way. Plus there was the problem of his erection. He didn’t want his unruly dick poking her in the belly.
This wasn’t about pressuring her. All he wanted was for Chrissten to relax and enjoy herself for few minutes. Surely that wasn’t too much to ask.
She slipped her hands up his chest before linking them around his neck. Her touch burned through his shirt. His erection got bigger and his jeans grew tighter.
They began to sway to the beat the music. It wrapped around them, cocooning them in its sultry notes. Hank angled them toward the corner where it was darker and more private.
She was tall for a woman. Strong too. But next to him she seemed almost delicate. She’d probably kick his ass if she knew what he was thinking. There was no doubting she was tough. She had to be in order to survive the ordeal she’d come through. No, Chrissten was a fighter. But right now, she was all woman, and she was in his arms.
He moaned when she ran her fingers across the back of his neck. For once in his life he wished his hair was longer so she could run her fingers through it.
“You like that?” The teasing lilt of her voice had his balls drawing up tight to his body.
“Yeah, I like it.” He ran one hand up her spine to her nape, cupping it beneath the heavy braid. He used his hold on her to shift her closer until her breasts grazed his chest.
She sucked in a breath and Hank almost moaned again when the motion pushed her breasts even closer. Even though it was impossible, he’d swear he could feel her peaked nipples through the fabric of her bra and sweater and his shirt.
Her hips swayed to the music and her pelvis grazed his groin. He growled in response as his cock threatened to explode. One touch from this woman was better than hours of foreplay with any other.
Her gaze flew to his face. She looked startled at first, then her eyes darkened and her lips parted. She was as aroused as he was.
He used the hand at her waist to push her lower half tighter to his. She sucked in a breath and then released a breathy moan. He almost came on the spot. His forehead was dotted with sweat and his cock was begging for a release it wasn’t going to get any time soon.
But Hank didn’t care. He wouldn’t change this moment for anything. Having Chrissten in his arms, trusting him, was better than sex. Okay, maybe not better, but damn close.
“We have to stop.” Her voice was little more than a whisper. She was held captive by the moment just as he was. There was something between them, something that defied the short amount of time they’d known one another. It didn’t matter that they’d barely met. He knew her. Deep
The bar was busy, as usual. The band was finishing up for the night and several couples had taken to the floor for the last dance. It was slow and easy.
Hank glanced toward Chrissten. She was sitting with her eyes partially closed, swaying to the music. He left his post and strode to the table. “Dance with me.”
Every muscle in his body tensed as he awaited her reply. He wanted to dance with her, wanted to feel her body alongside his as they moved to the rhythm of the music.
“I’m not very good, but I promise not to step on your toes,” he added when she hesitated. His tone was light but what he was feeling was anything but.
A tiny smile curved the corners of her mouth. “You promise?”
“Cross my heart.” He held out his hand and almost howled with pleasure when she took it. With her in front of him, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her around the tables to the small dance floor.
He knew the other members of the pack were watching them, could feel their eyes on him. Screw them. He was making his intentions public whether Chrissten realized it or not.
He slid his arms around her waist and rested his hands on the small of her back. He was careful not to hold her too close. He didn’t want her to feel confined in any way. Plus there was the problem of his erection. He didn’t want his unruly dick poking her in the belly.
This wasn’t about pressuring her. All he wanted was for Chrissten to relax and enjoy herself for few minutes. Surely that wasn’t too much to ask.
She slipped her hands up his chest before linking them around his neck. Her touch burned through his shirt. His erection got bigger and his jeans grew tighter.
They began to sway to the beat the music. It wrapped around them, cocooning them in its sultry notes. Hank angled them toward the corner where it was darker and more private.
She was tall for a woman. Strong too. But next to him she seemed almost delicate. She’d probably kick his ass if she knew what he was thinking. There was no doubting she was tough. She had to be in order to survive the ordeal she’d come through. No, Chrissten was a fighter. But right now, she was all woman, and she was in his arms.
He moaned when she ran her fingers across the back of his neck. For once in his life he wished his hair was longer so she could run her fingers through it.
“You like that?” The teasing lilt of her voice had his balls drawing up tight to his body.
“Yeah, I like it.” He ran one hand up her spine to her nape, cupping it beneath the heavy braid. He used his hold on her to shift her closer until her breasts grazed his chest.
She sucked in a breath and Hank almost moaned again when the motion pushed her breasts even closer. Even though it was impossible, he’d swear he could feel her peaked nipples through the fabric of her bra and sweater and his shirt.
Her hips swayed to the music and her pelvis grazed his groin. He growled in response as his cock threatened to explode. One touch from this woman was better than hours of foreplay with any other.
Her gaze flew to his face. She looked startled at first, then her eyes darkened and her lips parted. She was as aroused as he was.
He used the hand at her waist to push her lower half tighter to his. She sucked in a breath and then released a breathy moan. He almost came on the spot. His forehead was dotted with sweat and his cock was begging for a release it wasn’t going to get any time soon.
But Hank didn’t care. He wouldn’t change this moment for anything. Having Chrissten in his arms, trusting him, was better than sex. Okay, maybe not better, but damn close.
“We have to stop.” Her voice was little more than a whisper. She was held captive by the moment just as he was. There was something between them, something that defied the short amount of time they’d known one another. It didn’t matter that they’d barely met. He knew her. Deep
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