Page 241 of Sin Bin

Everything inside her completely melted. “I feel the same way about you,” she whispered to him. “And that won’t ever change.”

He let his smile break free. It took her breath away.

When H.E.R.’s “Every Kind of Way” started playing, she beamed with delight. “I love this song. It always makes me think of you.” She began crooning the words to him, wishing she could sing like Scarlett.

He didn’t seem to mind her efforts. Smiling, he relaxed back into his chair and drank his wine, never taking his gaze off her as she serenaded him. Feeling extra playful, she slipped off her shoe and rubbed her foot against his calf, watching his eyes glimmer with pleasure.

“Higher,” he rumbled.

She tucked her toes up inside his pant leg and stroked his warm skin. His eyes grew even more heavy lidded, seductive and hungry.

“Higher.”

She danced her toes up to his knee and stopped. When he reached down to grab her foot, she giggled impishly and pulled away.

He gave her a surly grin. “Such a damn tease.”

She laughed and dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin, then set it beside her empty plate with a rapturous sigh. “Thank you so much for dinner, Logan. The meal was absolutely delicious and the wine pairing was superb.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed everything,” he said warmly. “Ready for some dulce de leche?”

“Ooh, yum!” She patted her full stomach and grinned. “Give me about half an hour.”

He smiled that wicked smile at her. “That gives us time to enjoy some after-dinner entertainment.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?”

His eyes gleamed. “You up for some bachata dancing?”

She laughed, delighted. “I was wondering when I’d get to meet Bachata Bae.”

He cocked one sexy eyebrow. “Bachata Bae?”

She grinned. “That’s what Bianca and Ana call you. They can’t stop gushing over what an amazing dancer you are.” She bit her lip. “Frankly, after seeing your commercial, I’m a little intimidated.”

“Don’t be,” he chuckled. “I’ll teach you the steps. It’s all in the hips and footwork.”

“I don’t know, Logan,” she said dubiously. “I’ve seen YouTube videos. It looks harder than you make it sound.”

“Aren’t you in a black sorority? Isn’t having good rhythm practically a requirement for those complicated step show routines?”

She laughed. “Okay. Point taken.”

He gave her a sexy grin, then got up and went to change the music. As the jaunty notes of a bachata song started playing, he sauntered back to the table, his hips already moving as he held out his hand to her.

“Baila conmigo,” he said in a voice like silk.

She almost creamed in her panties. Heart jackhammering, she put her hand in his and let him lead her to the middle of the floor.

“Don’t worry, querida. You’re in good hands.”

She smiled up at him. “I have no doubt.”

He winked and put his hand on the middle of her back. His fingers on her bare skin sent heat swirling low and fast in her stomach. Every hair on her flesh stood on end.

He linked his other hand with hers, holding them high. “Just follow my lead.”

“Okay.” She was already breathless.

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