Page 242 of Sin Bin

“It’s basically one-two-three-pop. One-two-three-pop.” He wound his hips in time with the music. She marveled at his effortless movements, at the innate sexuality emanating from every muscle. He danced the way he fucked, with his whole body and soul. It made him a highly distracting dance partner.

When she stumbled, his hand tightened on her back, steadying her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled sheepishly.

“You’re doing fine,” he said soothingly. “Just relax and soak in the music. Let it get in your blood.”

“Mmm. Good advice.” She shivered as his big hand guided her while the singer crooned in Spanish. “I like this song. What’s it called?”

“‘Asalto’ by Prince Royce.”

“‘Asalto’?”

“Sí.” Logan’s eyes glinted wickedly as he translated some of the lyrics. “Es un asalto a tu corazón…It is an assault on your heart. Voy a quitarte la camisa y adueñarme de tu amor…I’m going to take off your shirt and take over your love….”

“Oh my.” Meadow could feel damp heat gathering between her legs. Her upper body was almost flush with Logan’s, her breasts touching his chest. She curved one hand behind his neck as she stared into the dark pools of his eyes. He was so sexy. So freaking hot she almost combusted on the spot.

“That’s it, sorority girl. Now you’re getting the hang of it.” He grinned down at her rhythmically shuffling feet. “I knew you’d be a fast learner.”

She grinned up at him. “True confession? I’ve been practicing.”

“Ahh, so you could be ready for me,” he crooned with husky delight. “Good girl.”

She gave him a saucy wink. Her vibrant tangerine dress was perfect for dancing the bachata. The flouncy hem flared out around her thighs as she twirled and swiveled her hips to the music. Logan couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he breathed. “So unbelievably fucking beautiful.”

“Ay, papi chulo,” she cooed teasingly. “You’re such a charmer.”

“Just speaking the truth, cariño.”

They smiled intimately at each other as they danced to the pulsing tempo of the music. She was dizzy with his masculine scent, intoxicated by the feel of his body moving sinuously against hers. The man had some serious moves. If it were biologically possible to get pregnant from dancing, she’d already be in her third trimester.

“That’s right, mamacita,” he purred approvingly. “Show me whatcha got.”

He took her hand and twirled her around, making her dress swoosh around her legs as he pulled her back against him. She could feel his quickened breath on the back of her neck as he nuzzled her while keeping rhythm with the music.

Her pulse was racing wildly, and her blood simmered and sizzled in her veins. As his hips ground seductively against her ass, she looked back at him from beneath her lashes.

“You’re so good at this,” she whispered.

“You bring out the best in me.” His voice rumbled low against her ear. “You’re the best partner I’ve ever had. In every way.”

His words made her shiver before he twirled her back around to face him. She laughed breathlessly, her head tipped back as the stars twinkled above them. She felt boneless, exhilarated, positively electrified.

As the song changed to something slower, Logan’s hand tightened on her back, drawing her deeper into his sensual embrace. She melted against him, their eyes meeting in a slow dance of heat and promise.

They moved rhythmically together, their hips rolling against each other, thighs brushing with every step and turn. It was an unbelievably sexy dance and the music was just as steamy, punctuated by suggestive moans and groans.

“Talk about dirty dancing,” Meadow breathed.

Logan smiled darkly and started speaking Spanish to her. The husky litany of words snaked deep between her thighs. She couldn’t understand what he was saying, but she didn’t need a translator to interpret the lustful intent burning in his eyes.

His body was pressed into hers, his knee gently parting her legs while his hips undulated against hers. She could feel the thick bulge of his erection sliding against her belly. A sizzling, demanding ache pulsed between her thighs as her eyes drifted from his face to the strong column of his throat exposed by his open shirt collar. Her fingers itched to loosen the remaining buttons and roam over his muscular chest.

Without missing a step, he clasped her face with both hands and pulled his forehead to hers. He used his thumb to tease her lips open so he could taste her. The first touch of his tongue against hers nearly drove her to her knees. Her nipples puckered so tight they hurt, and her clit throbbed like a bongo drum.

She wound her arms around his neck as his mouth slowly invaded hers. Meshing her hands into his hair, she kissed him back, their tongues twirling as their bodies continued grinding erotically to the music.

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