Page 46 of Forbidden Kisses
He grinned. “Would you care to dance?”
Krista shrugged, tossing a glance in Noah’s direction. “Sure. Why not?” She took another sip of her beer and scooted back from the table. “See? I’m not hooked on anyone.”
Grace peered after the two.
“She’s crazy.” Abby laughed, staring after them. “I’m going to go sit at the bar. Want to come?”
Grace shook her head. She’d had enough of sitting in front of and behind a bar for one lifetime. “I’ll save the table.”
“All right.”
Left alone, Grace stared into the blur of dancing couples on the open floor. A wave of nostalgia crashed over her as she watched. No one had asked her to dance in years. Yeah, at Dewy’s she’d been invited to screw, but that wasn’t quite as romantic.
A hand touched her shoulder, followed by the warm breath of someone leaning in to speak into her ear. His voice was low and familiar. Her body responded immediately.
“Grace, would you care to dance with me?”
Jack hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d gone home to a dark, lonely house. Too big for one man. Then he’d proceeded to have a beer and think about Grace—which was pretty much all he did these days anyway.
“A dance? But—”
Jack pulled Grace’s chair out and helped her stand. “But what? We’re just two friends enjoying a little space on the dance floor. I can keep my hands to myself. Can you?”
Her brown eyes narrowed, even as a smile curled at the corners of her mouth. “Of course. I’d love a dance, actually.”
He placed his hand on the small of her back as he led her over to a vacant spot. As if the universe was aligning with his wishes, a slow song came on over the speakers, something jazzy and romantic. The perfect excuse to pull her even closer, his parts flush with hers in the dark.
“If you keep acting like this, people will notice,” she whispered, the sound of her voice and the heat of her breath making him want to drag her off into one of the empty rooms he knew existed in this place. He’d been a teen once, looking to get a little action when no one was looking.
“No one’s watching us,” he said, angling his cheek toward her ear. “I could even—”
Grace stiffened as his hand fell on her bottom. “What do you think you’re doing?”
He laughed, enjoying playing with her. She removed his hand and placed it securely on the small of her back.
“You’re being very bad right now,” she said.
“I can be badder if you want.”
She pulled back and looked at him. “You are in rare form tonight, Jack Sawyer.”
“Imagine how much fun we could have if we were alone.” His gaze flicked to her mouth, which formed a little O. “Are you imagining it?” he asked.
“Maybe. Keep talking.”
Other couples crowded the floor as they clung to each other. It felt like it was just her and him, though.
“A glass of wine. Or two. Maybe I’d take my time kissing every kissable inch of your body. That sounds like a good way to spend the night. Watching you arch and squirm as I crawl up your body starting at your toes.”
Her throat constricted as she swallowed. Her eyes widened.
“I wouldn’t stop until you were begging for me to enter you.”
Grace’s lips parted. She started to glance around again, but he tugged her back to look at him.
“And by every kissable inch, I meaneverykissable inch.”
Her chest lifted as she inhaled sharply. “How do I leave here with you?” she asked.
