"It's not about a physical connection." Her words were slow. She was clearly consumed by lust. Consumed by me. "It's about an emotional one."
"Yet, you've only known me for a day and you want me to touch you. That's passion. That's the key. This undeniable heat." I ran my fingers along the edge of her thong and her body trembled.That's right.
She shook her head. "You're wrong." Her voice wasn't as determined this time.
"And you're stubborn." I stopped my ascent and removed my hand.
"I'm stubborn? What about you?"
"I'm not stubborn, I'm just right."
She scoffed. "That's something a stubborn person would say."
"Is stubbornness a quality on your list?" I lifted up the drink the waiter had just set down in front of me.
She didn't deem my question with an answer. Instead she looked down at the drink the waiter put in front of her. "I don't drink margaritas."
"You'll like this one." I had ordered it for her while she was fantasizing about me.
"You don't know what I like." She picked up her menu.
"I think I do."
She lifted the menu slightly to cover her face.Yeah, I know her better than she thinks.
"I'll be right back to take your order," the waiter said and walked away.
I wanted to be alone with Daphne. I'd take whatever opportunity I could get. I quickly stood up and put my hand out. "May I have this dance?"
She slowly lowered her menu. Her cheeks were still rosy. "He said he'd be right back."
"I'll keep an eye out for him." I moved my hand closer to her. "Just one dance."
She bit her lip. I wanted to be the one doing that.
"Go, Momma Bear," Kristen said from across the table.
Daphne immediately put her hand in mine and I pulled her to her feet. I interlaced my fingers with hers as I escorted her to the veranda. The air was much cooler at night. The warmth of her hand was surprisingly comforting. I spun her around as we walked toward the other dancers. My eyes fixed on the twirl of her hair and the smile on her face.
She laughed and put her hand on my chest as I spun her back toward me.
"What, you didn't think I knew how to dance?" I gave her my most charming smile.
"I just wasn't sure what you meant by dancing. I thought this might be more of a bumping and grinding kind of dance. I'm glad it isn't."
"You're very up on the lingo for a teacher." I moved my hands to her hips and made sure our torsos were pressed together.
She laughed again. "Maybe." Her hands clasped behind my neck. She didn't seem at all upset that the song was a slow one.
I couldn't pull my eyes away from hers. She looked even prettier in the glow of the lanterns. I wanted to be alone with her. I wanted to explore how good this electricity between us really could be. I had a feeling it was going to be mind-blowing.
"What?" she said shyly as she looked up at me.
"I'm not sure I've ever danced with someone as stunning as you."
She laughed. "Stop."
"I'm serious."
