Page 83 of Shiver

Ialsodon’t miss the massive bulge in his dress slacks that he’s got tucked into the waistband.

Damn this man and his perfect dick.

Luca places his hands on my hips, dropping down low and spinning me around before he pops back up, taking my hands in his and staggering us so my knee is between his.

This song is a lot more upbeat; our movements are faster, and when he spins me out, he winks over at my dad, who swaps with him. Suddenly, my dad and I are dancing, and my mom is in Luca’s arms. She has her head thrown back, laughing loudly at something he’s said.

“Cyaan kip yuh yeye dem offa ’im cyaah you?”5 my dad asks, smirking at me.

A small grin forms on my lips, and I shake my head, turning my attention fully on him.

“Hard not to,” I admit.

“Yuh difrent wid ’im. Mi hav neva si yuh like dis bifuor wid nobady else. Mi like ih,” he says.6

Heat creeps over my cheeks, and I avert my gaze, but Dad swings me out, and he and Luca execute a perfect swap. I’m now back in Luca’s arms, and his warmth is radiating into me like a furnace.

“Your mom wants us to get married and have your babies. She recognizes the error of her ways and now sees that Jasiel isn't the better man,” he tells me with a confident smile.

“Mhmm, I’m sure. And what’d you tell her?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

He pulls me into his chest, winding an arm up and twining his fingers through my hair as his other hand rests just above my ass over the bare skin of my backless dress. “I gave her the PG version of what I’m really thinking,” he murmurs.

“And what’s the R-rated version?”

“I’ll give you anything you want, princess. I’d gladly fill you up and leave you begging for more of me.”

My thighs clench, and I can’t muster up any words for him because right now,I couldn’t think of a better idea.

We continue dancing for the next hour, the sun setting on the horizon, lighting the sky up with beautiful shades of pink and purple. Luca takes turns dancing with Mom, Vea, and even my dad. When I’m beyond exhausted, and my feet are swollen, he sets me up with a chair to rest my feet on before going back out on the dance floor for one last dance with my nieces and nephews after the previous thirty minutes of them begging for a dance with him.

It’s adorable, and I sincerely hate to admit that.

The palms of my hands sting from clapping so much by the time he’s done, and the band announces they’ve got one more song for the night.

Luca approaches me with his arm extended. “May I have this dance, princess?” he asks, and Vea whistles at us, shooting me a suggestive wink.

Reluctantly, I stand, taking his hand in mine as the band finishes getting ready for the last song of the night.

“You ready to do it up big?” Luca asks me with a sly grin.

I shake my head, but my smile gives me away. “Only because it’s the last one,” I tell him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, smirking.

His multicolored eyes glitter under the soft lights around us, and my heart tightens in my chest, my pulse speeding up as the band begins to play the last song.7

This band and their impeccable music selection is gonna do me in. This is my all-time favorite bachata song. It’s about love, vulnerability, andself-acceptance.

By this point, Luca has totally mastered this dance style. We start off easy, working around one another, shifting to stay in-line with each other while staying as close as possible.

He’s not only rolling his hips but his shoulders now too. He drags the back of his knuckles over my cheek and runs his palm over my side. A shiver runs down my spine from where his fingertips settle over the exposed flesh along my back.

We pull away from one another, but he grips my hands, and I roll my neck into the movement, my hair cascading in an arch around me.

When I right myself, Luca’s lips are parted slightly and his eyes are glassy. He blinks rapidly, swallowing hard and sucking in a strained breath through his nose.

He snaps out of his daze, bringing my back to his front and winding our right arms over my head and our left arms in front of my abdomen. He turns me again to face him, breaking the connection between our hands but dragging his over my hair and down my body.

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