Page 49 of Takes Two to Tango

She lifted her head and smiled. “I don’t think friends dance like this.”

His gaze was hot. So were the hands he moved in circles on her back.. “Oh, I don’t know. Depends."

"On what?" she said, laying her head against his chest with a small sigh. He felt so good against her. Like he was made for her.

"On what kind of benefits you’re wanting.”

BRENT LOOKED DOWNAT THE beautiful creature he held in his arms. Every part of her fit him. From the way her cute nose bumped against his chin to the way her bare feet planted themselves on his boots as he moved them around the room. She wore a thin white nightgown that fell past her knees, but held no secrets. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin material, had caught sight of the silhouette of her slim legs as they swayed in the glow of the under counter lights. And, man, did he feel the sway of her unbound breasts against his chest.

God help him.

He moved his hand down her spine, savoring the sweet and yielding flesh beneath. Her sigh, signaling a sweet surrender caused satisfaction to reverberate in his soul.

“Benefits?” she asked, something in her voice. Something that made him want to sing, dance, toss her over his shoulder and stalk to his bungalow.

“The kind that means I can hold you like this.”

She leaned deeper into the hardness of his body and absentmindedly stroked his back with her fingers, an answer to his unasked question. Her head rested almost on his shoulderand the warm moistness of her breath against his neck quickened his pulse.

Yes, he wanted more. He wanted benefits. Good benefits.

“And I can kiss you like this.” He turned his head toward where hers lay and brushed a tender kiss on her forehead.

Slowly she lifted her head, allowing the hands she'd twined about his shoulders to slide to his hair. Her hands raked through his hair, pulling his head down. “Or like this?”

Her lips met his, turning up the heat. Desire licked at him, driving him to deepen the kiss, his tongue stroking her bottom lip, asking permission. Her gasp opened her to him. He moved his hands up her sides to capture her face. Then he drank from her. She was everything sweet and wonderful. Everything he needed. Sugar. Brandy. Passion.

Flames leapt and spun him out of control.

Brent moved her toward the counter, backing her against the edge, banging his elbow on something, causing it to fall over. Vaguely he knew something had spilled. He felt the wetness.

But he couldn't stop kissing Rayne. He'd waited forever for this moment. The world could burn, but he wasn’t stopping. He needed her, and she felt like coming home. Like everything good he’d forgotten all those years ago.

God, he needed her. Needed this.

Rayne whimpered.

He broke the kiss. “No?”

"Lemon juice is running down my back," she whispered against his lips. "At least I think it's lemon juice."

Her ragged breathing matched his, their breaths mingling as they blinked at each other dazed, her hands still in his hair, one leg crooked so he could access her softest parts.

"Brent," she whispered.

"Huh?"

"Lemon juice is cold."

He laughed against her lips and pulled her from where she stood against the counter. She grabbed a towel and swiped at her back.

"Here," he said, taking the cloth from her. "Let me."

She turned and, oh, what a sight. The cotton had plastered itself to her, revealing the delicious curve of her waist and a sweet white lace thong on the nicest backside he's seen in a while. Seemed a shame to soak up something that gave him such an eyeful.

He pressed the towel to her. "I really didn't take you for a girl who'd wear a thong."

She tossed a few red curls over her shoulder and smiled. "What? You think I wear granny panties? Wanna come look in my undie drawer?"

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