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trying. Anyhow, a man that graceful, that comfortable with his body, could fake it pretty well. She was
giggling when the dance ended. Absurd.

тАЬI never giggle,тАЭ she said fastidiously, her hands still imprisoned by his.

тАЬYou should. It makes you look pretty.тАЭ

He sounded so sincere that she flushed. She had been lavishly complimented in the most elegant phrases,
and by the most sophisticated of men, but it must be fifteen years since the last time she had felt shy and
tongue-tied in the face of a man's honeyed words. тАЬOh.тАЭ

The music changed. The new song was a slow, sensual Latin melody with a languid, suggestive beat.
Madeleine nervously tried to pull away. The stranger held fast to her hands. She looked up, and their
gazes locked. He tilted his head a little, and the suggestion of a smile played around his full lips, making
the corners of his eyes wrinkle slightly. He looked four, maybe five years older than herself. His eyes
narrowed and beckoned to her from behind their fringe of dark lashes, his expression a combination of
laughter, challenge, and sexual foreplay.

тАЬOne more dance,тАЭ he murmured.

тАЬUm...тАЭ

тАЬI dare you.тАЭ

тАЬDare me?тАЭ She stepped into his arms.

He nodded. тАЬI knew you wouldn't resist a challenge. Comfortable?тАЭ

She drew in a steadying breath but didn't respond. He'd pulled her much closer for this dance than he
had for their rumba. She braced a hand against his hard shoulder, trying to keep her distance.

тАЬDon't you sweat?тАЭ he asked.

тАЬI am sweating.тАЭ

The hand at her waist moved up and down her back in slow, exploratory caress. She shivered and
moved forward a little, seeking to escape its pressure. The movement brought her breasts into contact
with his chest. He pressed her closer and drew his palm slowly across her shoulders, then back down to
her waist.

тАЬBarely sweating,тАЭ he concluded. тАЬAnd it's hot enough to suffocate tonight.тАЭ

Her back burned where he'd touched her. Her waist vibrated under the light pressure of his hand. To her
extreme embarrassment, her nipples were growing hard where they pressed against his chest. She
wondered desperately if he could feel them.

Their eyes met. His had lost their teasing look and were growing heavy-lidded and sleepy. It made him
look softer. It made her want to touch his cheek, stroke his hair, nuzzle him. She stiffened and tried to
pull away.