moisture against her skin.
Striking a pose that took his breath away,
Free waited a beat and then glided across the wet grass like a
graceful ballerina, moving precisely with the rhythm of the music.
Every muscle in Mac’s body hardened as he watched her slow flowing
movements. She whirled around the yard, seemingly weightless and
completely oblivious to his presence.
The bright glow from her kitchen windows and
doors reached into the darkness like spotlights, highlighting her
sensuous movements. Her dress, dampened by the drizzle, became
sheer and gauzy. The moisture evaporated from Mac’s mouth as he
watched the play of light over her lithe body.
When the final notes of the melody floated
through the air, Free slowed to a perfectly-poised conclusion.
Unable to stop himself, he stood and applauded. She whirled around
to face him, all that amazing hair clinging to her shoulders and
breasts.
Mac couldn’t hold back his smile at her
surprised expression. “Breathtaking, Ms. Renzetti.” He gave her one
more round of enthusiastic applause. “Absolutely breathtaking. You
missed your calling, you should have been a dancer.”
Free approached him purposefully, her hands
resting at her waist. “I don’t usually perform for an audience, but
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mr. McFerrin.”
Never in his life had Mac seen a woman so
utterly sexy. Wanting to be closer to her, he moved down one step.
“Oh, I enjoyed it all right.” Another step disappeared between
them, and he watched as she moved closer. “Maybe not as much as
yesterday’s bubble bath, but I definitely enjoyed it.” His smile
widened into a grin when her cheeks flushed. He took the final step
down, then asked, “Do you always dance in the rain?”
“Don’t you?” she returned.
Free stood right in front of him now. The
cool rain pelted his bare chest and back, the wet grass spiked
between his toes, but Mac didn’t care. His gaze was glued to the
translucent material clinging to Free’s breasts. Her dusky nipples
strained against the thin, damp fabric.
When he found his voice, he stammered,
“I…ah…no, I’ve never danced in the rain.” His gaze lifted to hers,
she smiled, and his gut twisted with need.
“Well,” she reached for his hand “there’s no
time like the present.” Free tugged him toward the center of the
yard just as a slow, sultry melody flowed from the depths of her
kitchen.
Mac stiffened, halting her progress. “I’m not
much of a dancer.” He couldn’t remember the last time he had
danced. He wasn’t sure if it had even been in the current
decade.
“It’s not that hard,” she insisted, tugging
him forward one more step.
“Maybe not for you,” Mac muttered, but things
were pretty damned hard from his prospective.
“Nonsense.” Free moved closer to him. “It’s
easy. You just put one hand here.” She placed his right hand on her
left hip. “And the other one here.” Her arms went around his neck
and her chin against his chest.
Mac’s pulse kicked into overdrive. She must
have heard his ragged exhale. “Just relax,” she told him. “Close
your eyes and let the music guide you.”
Free moved in his arms, her body swaying
gently to the music. Mac inhaled the fresh scent of her
rain-dampened hair, closed his eyes and followed her slow, sensual
movements. She wasn’t quite as relaxed as she led him to believe,
though…her body trembled slightly in his arms. Automatically, his
arms tightened around her waist, drawing her nearer. Her breasts
flattened against his chest, making his breath catch. Need welled
inside him with such force that he wasn’t sure he could contain it.
He ached with longing. Desire pumped heat through his veins.
Her lips accidentally brushed his throat.
Free tensed, an almost imperceptible tightening, but Mac felt it.
His eyes popped open and he bit back a desperate groan. How long
had it been? Too long, obviously. That had to be the explanation.
He had simply waited too long for
Striking a pose that took his breath away,
Free waited a beat and then glided across the wet grass like a
graceful ballerina, moving precisely with the rhythm of the music.
Every muscle in Mac’s body hardened as he watched her slow flowing
movements. She whirled around the yard, seemingly weightless and
completely oblivious to his presence.
The bright glow from her kitchen windows and
doors reached into the darkness like spotlights, highlighting her
sensuous movements. Her dress, dampened by the drizzle, became
sheer and gauzy. The moisture evaporated from Mac’s mouth as he
watched the play of light over her lithe body.
When the final notes of the melody floated
through the air, Free slowed to a perfectly-poised conclusion.
Unable to stop himself, he stood and applauded. She whirled around
to face him, all that amazing hair clinging to her shoulders and
breasts.
Mac couldn’t hold back his smile at her
surprised expression. “Breathtaking, Ms. Renzetti.” He gave her one
more round of enthusiastic applause. “Absolutely breathtaking. You
missed your calling, you should have been a dancer.”
Free approached him purposefully, her hands
resting at her waist. “I don’t usually perform for an audience, but
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mr. McFerrin.”
Never in his life had Mac seen a woman so
utterly sexy. Wanting to be closer to her, he moved down one step.
“Oh, I enjoyed it all right.” Another step disappeared between
them, and he watched as she moved closer. “Maybe not as much as
yesterday’s bubble bath, but I definitely enjoyed it.” His smile
widened into a grin when her cheeks flushed. He took the final step
down, then asked, “Do you always dance in the rain?”
“Don’t you?” she returned.
Free stood right in front of him now. The
cool rain pelted his bare chest and back, the wet grass spiked
between his toes, but Mac didn’t care. His gaze was glued to the
translucent material clinging to Free’s breasts. Her dusky nipples
strained against the thin, damp fabric.
When he found his voice, he stammered,
“I…ah…no, I’ve never danced in the rain.” His gaze lifted to hers,
she smiled, and his gut twisted with need.
“Well,” she reached for his hand “there’s no
time like the present.” Free tugged him toward the center of the
yard just as a slow, sultry melody flowed from the depths of her
kitchen.
Mac stiffened, halting her progress. “I’m not
much of a dancer.” He couldn’t remember the last time he had
danced. He wasn’t sure if it had even been in the current
decade.
“It’s not that hard,” she insisted, tugging
him forward one more step.
“Maybe not for you,” Mac muttered, but things
were pretty damned hard from his prospective.
“Nonsense.” Free moved closer to him. “It’s
easy. You just put one hand here.” She placed his right hand on her
left hip. “And the other one here.” Her arms went around his neck
and her chin against his chest.
Mac’s pulse kicked into overdrive. She must
have heard his ragged exhale. “Just relax,” she told him. “Close
your eyes and let the music guide you.”
Free moved in his arms, her body swaying
gently to the music. Mac inhaled the fresh scent of her
rain-dampened hair, closed his eyes and followed her slow, sensual
movements. She wasn’t quite as relaxed as she led him to believe,
though…her body trembled slightly in his arms. Automatically, his
arms tightened around her waist, drawing her nearer. Her breasts
flattened against his chest, making his breath catch. Need welled
inside him with such force that he wasn’t sure he could contain it.
He ached with longing. Desire pumped heat through his veins.
Her lips accidentally brushed his throat.
Free tensed, an almost imperceptible tightening, but Mac felt it.
His eyes popped open and he bit back a desperate groan. How long
had it been? Too long, obviously. That had to be the explanation.
He had simply waited too long for
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