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When she pulled back, he nearly groaned again.But the sound died in his throat as she reached for his hand, weaving her fingers through his and guiding him toward the dance floor.
Once they stepped into the music, he didn’t hesitate.Ramzi slid his arms around her, pulling her close, relishing the way her body settled against his.The band had chosen a slow song—perfect.Older couples began swaying nearby, and the space filled with the sound of laughter, music, and the rustle of summer dresses.
The extra bodies on the dance floor gave him the cover he needed.No one could complain about how closely he held her.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered into her ear, savoring the way she shivered slightly.“Where did you get that dress?”
It was green, soft cotton, and sprinkled with tiny flowers.The hem brushed her calves, but the front buttons—particularly the ones she’d left open—gave him a maddening view of her legs.She’d also undone the top button, revealing a delicate dip between her breasts that had nearly driven him to distraction all evening.
Absolutely stunning.
And right now, she was all his.
Chapter 13
Tabitha closed her eyes and inhaled the warm, spicy scent of Ramzi.She never could have imagined this.Not in a thousand years.And yet here she was, wrapped in his arms, swaying to music beneath the stars—and it was so much better than any dream that had ever haunted her.
His arms were strong, confident…yet there was something incredibly tender in the way he held her.Protective.Intentional.And then there was the unmistakable press of his arousal against her stomach, which sent her mind spinning with want.
But what could she do about it?They were surrounded.Friends, neighbors, half the town.There was no escape.
She pulled back slightly, lifting her gaze, about to say something to break the spell.
That’s when the music changed.
The band launched into a peppy country tune, and the older couples who had been slow dancing shuffled off the floor, making room for the next wave.Tabitha stepped back and smiled.
“Thank you,” she said softly.“That was nice.”She turned toward the dessert table again, determined to distract herself with something safe.
But Ramzi didn’t let her go.
She paused, glancing up at him, unsure what he intended.Surely, he didn’t plan to—
And then he did.
With a swift flick of his wrist, he spun her under his arm.Tabitha’s laughter bubbled up as he pulled her back against his chest, her back snug against him.
“The evening is young,” he murmured near her ear, and then spun her again.
Her feet barely kept up.She laughed, delighted at the sudden burst of mischief.
Another tug and she was in his arms again, and this time they were dancing.Really dancing.Swinging and spinning with a rhythm that made her heart race.
Ramzi—her tightly controlled, impossibly powerful boss—boogied with the ease of someone raised to lead a dance floor.It was stunning.Exhilarating.He wasn’t just holding his own—he was leading with a kind of expertise that caught her completely off guard.
Tabitha laughed so hard her sides ached.She followed his lead, slipping into line dances, clapping with the music, shimmying when the band broke into a rock number.The party blurred into motion and color and music, and with every dance, she felt something inside her loosen.
Eventually, the tempo slowed again, and she melted into his arms once more.They swayed together to a quiet love song, the kind that made her chest ache.She couldn’t quite name the feeling growing in her, but it hovered close to something dangerous.
By the time the final notes drifted into silence, only a few couples remained on the dance floor.Tabitha didn’t want to let go.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice catching just a little.
Ramzi chuckled and pulled her close, but this time, he didn’t kiss her.Instead, he slipped an arm around her shoulders, guiding her toward the road.
“Goodnight, Tabitha!”Stacy called, still holding hands with John.
“Goodnight, Stacy!”Tabitha called back.“See you tomorrow!”
