ba-bang ba-bang crash. “Close your eyes and listen.”
She complied, swallowing over the vulnerability his request brought. She was naked to his perusal. Entirely exposed. Her body hummed with the image of him firmly planted in her mind. Her legs ached under his scrutiny, too. He was leading her, like a partner on the dance floor, his charm sinking under her ribs and into her chest. The beat didn’t even penetrate anymore. She was lost in the thought of him—how his skin would taste, how his mouth would take hers. Damn it . She had to have him.
The room fell silent, and she blinked her eyes open to find him staring back at her. His cockiness had faded; only the faint hint of a soft smile rested on his lips.
“You still don’t know it?”
Another shake of her head. She couldn’t speak, her throat was too dry.
“I thought for sure you’d know this one. It’s Fighting Against Attraction .”
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “I still haven’t had a chance to listen to the track.”
He stood, his large frame filling the room as he approached, squeezing her insides into a tight ball of yearning. “Wanna listen now?” He quirked a brow and continued toward the iPod dock in the corner. “I’ve got it here.”
“Sure.” She’d come to his penthouse wanting to be his distraction, now all she needed was something to take her mind off wanting him so badly.
He played with the device in the corner, then pivoted and leaned against the wall, watching her. “I hope you like it.”
No pressure. She gave a soft smile as a guitar riff filled the air, and Mason Lynch’s unmistakable voice began to sing. How did you work your magic over me? I never wanted you under my skin.
Snap! The lyrics mimicked her thoughts, telling a story of attraction that wasn’t controlled or desired. The music was gentle, a delicate strum of guitars mixed with the basic beat Sean had been playing earlier.
She turned away and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Dance moves played like a movie in her mind, flowing effortlessly with the tune, building in intensity along with the crescendo in the music. Then the chorus hit and she jolted with excitement. It was entirely different. Up-beat, fast paced, hard, heavy.
Get outta my mind. Steer clear of my heart.
I’m fighting this attraction, and it’s tearing me apart.
Lifts, flips, pushing, tugging. This dance would be epic in its beauty. She could already see the story unfolding before her eyes. The two of them were trying to seduce each other, dying to be the one to win the battle, yet hating their own desire at the same time.
So, in actuality, all she had to do was display her current feelings through dance. Awesome.
***
Sean watched, enthralled , as Red kicked off her sandals and relaxed into the sound of his music. Her shoulders jerked in sharp movements, hitting each of his beats. Her fingers twirled at her sides, as she pointed the toes of her right foot and trailed them in an intricate pattern.
She pivoted on one foot, swaying to the final bars of the song as she faced him. Her eyes were closed, her face such a peaceful mix of enjoyment and nirvana that he wanted to bridge the distance between them and kiss the love of music from her mouth.
“What do you think?”
The final riff sounded, and a smile widened the curve of her lips. “I can’t wait to get started.” She blinked her eyes open, now grinning with full force.
“Then start.” He pushed from the wall and leaned forward to press repeat on the iPod. “Show me what you’ve got.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t have anything at the moment, just a mass of thoughts and images running through my mind.”
“I don’t care.” He didn’t give a shit what she came up with. He wanted to see her move, any way, anyhow. “Throw some ideas at me.”
Her smile wavered as she lowered her gaze to the floor. And there it was, her vulnerability returning to the forefront in
She complied, swallowing over the vulnerability his request brought. She was naked to his perusal. Entirely exposed. Her body hummed with the image of him firmly planted in her mind. Her legs ached under his scrutiny, too. He was leading her, like a partner on the dance floor, his charm sinking under her ribs and into her chest. The beat didn’t even penetrate anymore. She was lost in the thought of him—how his skin would taste, how his mouth would take hers. Damn it . She had to have him.
The room fell silent, and she blinked her eyes open to find him staring back at her. His cockiness had faded; only the faint hint of a soft smile rested on his lips.
“You still don’t know it?”
Another shake of her head. She couldn’t speak, her throat was too dry.
“I thought for sure you’d know this one. It’s Fighting Against Attraction .”
“Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “I still haven’t had a chance to listen to the track.”
He stood, his large frame filling the room as he approached, squeezing her insides into a tight ball of yearning. “Wanna listen now?” He quirked a brow and continued toward the iPod dock in the corner. “I’ve got it here.”
“Sure.” She’d come to his penthouse wanting to be his distraction, now all she needed was something to take her mind off wanting him so badly.
He played with the device in the corner, then pivoted and leaned against the wall, watching her. “I hope you like it.”
No pressure. She gave a soft smile as a guitar riff filled the air, and Mason Lynch’s unmistakable voice began to sing. How did you work your magic over me? I never wanted you under my skin.
Snap! The lyrics mimicked her thoughts, telling a story of attraction that wasn’t controlled or desired. The music was gentle, a delicate strum of guitars mixed with the basic beat Sean had been playing earlier.
She turned away and closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. Dance moves played like a movie in her mind, flowing effortlessly with the tune, building in intensity along with the crescendo in the music. Then the chorus hit and she jolted with excitement. It was entirely different. Up-beat, fast paced, hard, heavy.
Get outta my mind. Steer clear of my heart.
I’m fighting this attraction, and it’s tearing me apart.
Lifts, flips, pushing, tugging. This dance would be epic in its beauty. She could already see the story unfolding before her eyes. The two of them were trying to seduce each other, dying to be the one to win the battle, yet hating their own desire at the same time.
So, in actuality, all she had to do was display her current feelings through dance. Awesome.
***
Sean watched, enthralled , as Red kicked off her sandals and relaxed into the sound of his music. Her shoulders jerked in sharp movements, hitting each of his beats. Her fingers twirled at her sides, as she pointed the toes of her right foot and trailed them in an intricate pattern.
She pivoted on one foot, swaying to the final bars of the song as she faced him. Her eyes were closed, her face such a peaceful mix of enjoyment and nirvana that he wanted to bridge the distance between them and kiss the love of music from her mouth.
“What do you think?”
The final riff sounded, and a smile widened the curve of her lips. “I can’t wait to get started.” She blinked her eyes open, now grinning with full force.
“Then start.” He pushed from the wall and leaned forward to press repeat on the iPod. “Show me what you’ve got.”
She chuckled and shook her head. “I don’t have anything at the moment, just a mass of thoughts and images running through my mind.”
“I don’t care.” He didn’t give a shit what she came up with. He wanted to see her move, any way, anyhow. “Throw some ideas at me.”
Her smile wavered as she lowered her gaze to the floor. And there it was, her vulnerability returning to the forefront in
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