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I take a long swallow of my drink. “I think I made the right decision in choosing you.” With a laugh, I shake my head. “And yeah, it was quick, but…you know, it’s not about money. It’s about family. History. It’s about legacy to me. They were important to the family right at the beginnings of everything. That’s important to me. And…”
I trail off. I’ve said more than I mean to. I’ve drunk more than I planned, and that buzz is still in my blood. But her face. She’s frozen, looking…I don’t know, like she just took all the cookies and ate them to hide them.
“Scarlett?”
“The thing is,” she says, “I need to tell you something.”
Fuck. I wait.
“I really like you and—”
I lean into her and kiss her softly. “Don’t. Don’t spoil anything by adding to that. Okay? You know where I stand. I like you, too. But that’s all it is. Like, attraction. Hormones.”
“Hudson…” She takes a breath. “I just wanted to say—”
“We should go dancing.”
She’s about to continue, but her mouth snaps shut. Then she downs her drink and says, “Do what now?”
“Dance?” Oh, yeah, I’m definitely feeling a little fine from the booze. And from her presence. “What were you going to say?”
“It can wait,” she says. “I want to see you dance. Is there an old fashioned, old timey place here?”
I know exactly what she’s hinting at and she’s pushing it, but I just nod, say yes and lead her out of the bar.
Scarlett can’t dance.
She’s got it in her, but no one taught her.
I pull her in and guide her through the dance, my mouth at her ear, the music thrumming its rich, evocative beat through our bones in the dark, packed club. “Let go, Scarlett,” I murmur, feeling her shiver in my arms as I move my hips against her, taking her with me in a sweet slide of a step that’s more like fucking than dancing. “Just let the beat take you. Let me lead you.”
Her fingers at my nape dig in and I like the bite. “When you said dancing, I thought you meant waltz.”
“That has an eroticism all its own, too, if you know what you’re doing.”
“We’re at a salsa club. Who are you and what have you done with Hudson?”
I laugh and her face burrows into my chest a moment.
“My mother made us all learn to be rounded. My father stated it was a waste of time but she was adamant, and she made us do it all. Hell, I think there was a stint in the boy scouts. But this…I don’t do it often.”
Make that almost never these days, but back in my college life, fuck yes.
“It’s not dancing.”
It wasn’t. This was definitely foreplay. It could be as good as sex and she was hot and soft and now looking at me with hungry eyes.
I want to say I’m drunk and that’s why I’m going to do what I’m planning. I want to find a place to park all the excuses.
I’m a little toasty, but in perfect control. I’m choosing not to be. Because she’s there and she’s what I want.
I slide my hand that’s on her hip down to her ass and bring her in flush against me.
She gasps a little, her fingers digging deeper and she moves against me.
“It’s seduction, Scarlett. Or a precursor.”
And I kiss her. It’s a slow dance of a kiss, highly erotic, and my cock gets harder as she kisses me back with all that she is.
