work .
“Let’s dance and see if we can make it closer.” His body starts to sway behind mine, but I don’t know how to move to this music, how to dance.
My feet remain firmly planted because I don’t know what to do.
“If you want us to blend so we get closer, you will have to actually move,” he whispers in my ear, his breath spreading goose bumps down my neck and across my collarbone.
“I don’t…”
“Don’t what?” His hands start to slide around my waist to my stomach as he moves, keeping the smooth rhythm of the steel drums.
I spin to face him and step back putting distance between us as my heart hammers in my chest. “Dance. I don’t…” I gesture between us. “We can just be the couple who is slowly walking to the other side of the crowd. We don’t have to be the stealthy dancing couple.”
Ocean doesn’t slow at all in moving toward me. “What’s the fun in that?”
His hand presses into my lower back, bringing our stomachs together and sending every part of my body into insane flutters of energy, nearness and excitement. This wouldn’t be easy with anyone, but with someone that my body reacts to like it does to Ocean, this is really going to be hard.
He steps into me, moving our hips together and I’m forced to step back, and then I’m moving forward as he moves back.
“Just relax, Kara. A little trust here. Move with me. Salsa. Simple.” He slides his hand down my shoulder and his fingers make a burning trail across my skin until our hands are together.
My brain has turned to complete fuzz as I think about the fact that we’re close enough for him to see every small freckle on my pale face, to feel my hair on his cheek and his breath to graze over my shoulder as we move.
If I wasn’t so scared about being this close, and we weren’t chasing anyone, this might be nice. Too close, but nice.
I feel eyes on me and turn to see the dark-haired girl and guy looking at us.
“I won’t look,” Ocean says. “Maybe you smile and wave and then we just keep dancing. Throw them off a little.”
It feels so wrong. They’re right here . We could take just them and it would at least hold off them moving forward to what the shadows would want—if that’s what they’re doing. Instead I wave, smile, and before I can gauge their reaction I turn back to Ocean. The feel of him is swiftly sweeping me into this dizzy, moving, dancing place again.
“I love the way I feel with you. The way you feel next to me,” he whispers.
I love it, too, but I’d never say that out loud. It overwhelms me the way I feel around him. The way I can feel the edges of his aura melting in with mine because something about us is on the same frequency even though we’re so different.
The song changes into something a little slower, and all I can do is keep myself as close to him as I can because this is my chance to be pressed against him and have it be okay. We’re on a job. This is not a date. We’re trying to blend. To get closer. To not be noticed. Undercover…sort of.
“Kara.” He stops and slides his hands across my body until my face is in his hands. “Do you have any idea how rare this has to be?”
“What?” I’m breathing in these short, gaspy breaths that I can’t seen to control and he’s getting closer.
“You know what.” His breath runs down my neck again, and I shudder in response.
Of course I know what because my body’s about to explode when I stand next to him much less when he’s touching me and we’re dancing together. I have no idea what an orgasm feels like, but my guess is that it’s the explosive end to whatever I’m feeling now.
His lips touch mine and the warmth of him echoes through me in bursts, and his lips find mine again as I pull him closer until I realize how insane this is and that not in a million years should we be touching this way because not only are we working but I’m not going to let whatever weird thing that hums between us make me decide
“Let’s dance and see if we can make it closer.” His body starts to sway behind mine, but I don’t know how to move to this music, how to dance.
My feet remain firmly planted because I don’t know what to do.
“If you want us to blend so we get closer, you will have to actually move,” he whispers in my ear, his breath spreading goose bumps down my neck and across my collarbone.
“I don’t…”
“Don’t what?” His hands start to slide around my waist to my stomach as he moves, keeping the smooth rhythm of the steel drums.
I spin to face him and step back putting distance between us as my heart hammers in my chest. “Dance. I don’t…” I gesture between us. “We can just be the couple who is slowly walking to the other side of the crowd. We don’t have to be the stealthy dancing couple.”
Ocean doesn’t slow at all in moving toward me. “What’s the fun in that?”
His hand presses into my lower back, bringing our stomachs together and sending every part of my body into insane flutters of energy, nearness and excitement. This wouldn’t be easy with anyone, but with someone that my body reacts to like it does to Ocean, this is really going to be hard.
He steps into me, moving our hips together and I’m forced to step back, and then I’m moving forward as he moves back.
“Just relax, Kara. A little trust here. Move with me. Salsa. Simple.” He slides his hand down my shoulder and his fingers make a burning trail across my skin until our hands are together.
My brain has turned to complete fuzz as I think about the fact that we’re close enough for him to see every small freckle on my pale face, to feel my hair on his cheek and his breath to graze over my shoulder as we move.
If I wasn’t so scared about being this close, and we weren’t chasing anyone, this might be nice. Too close, but nice.
I feel eyes on me and turn to see the dark-haired girl and guy looking at us.
“I won’t look,” Ocean says. “Maybe you smile and wave and then we just keep dancing. Throw them off a little.”
It feels so wrong. They’re right here . We could take just them and it would at least hold off them moving forward to what the shadows would want—if that’s what they’re doing. Instead I wave, smile, and before I can gauge their reaction I turn back to Ocean. The feel of him is swiftly sweeping me into this dizzy, moving, dancing place again.
“I love the way I feel with you. The way you feel next to me,” he whispers.
I love it, too, but I’d never say that out loud. It overwhelms me the way I feel around him. The way I can feel the edges of his aura melting in with mine because something about us is on the same frequency even though we’re so different.
The song changes into something a little slower, and all I can do is keep myself as close to him as I can because this is my chance to be pressed against him and have it be okay. We’re on a job. This is not a date. We’re trying to blend. To get closer. To not be noticed. Undercover…sort of.
“Kara.” He stops and slides his hands across my body until my face is in his hands. “Do you have any idea how rare this has to be?”
“What?” I’m breathing in these short, gaspy breaths that I can’t seen to control and he’s getting closer.
“You know what.” His breath runs down my neck again, and I shudder in response.
Of course I know what because my body’s about to explode when I stand next to him much less when he’s touching me and we’re dancing together. I have no idea what an orgasm feels like, but my guess is that it’s the explosive end to whatever I’m feeling now.
His lips touch mine and the warmth of him echoes through me in bursts, and his lips find mine again as I pull him closer until I realize how insane this is and that not in a million years should we be touching this way because not only are we working but I’m not going to let whatever weird thing that hums between us make me decide
Similar Books
