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Then there were no words. Just the two of them moving to the music, while Hank nuzzled his nose into her sweet-smelling curls. He breathed her in—deeply—letting it out on a sigh when her body molded perfectly to his. Just like she had been made for him.

Like she was his to keep.

I’ve got to get my thoughts under control.

"So, Hank," she murmured. "I don’t remember seeing you here before."

"I’ve been here a few times since moving to town." And he had. But if Jo had been here, he hadn’t seen her. If he had, he wouldn’t have forgotten. "Maybe I’m not that memorable."

"Oh, believe me, you’re memorable."

A rush of pleasure filled him at that little confession. He might as well return the favor.

"So are you."

"Hmm… Good to know."

She settled more into his hold as the song continued and the other dancers crowded in around them. It was nice. So nice, his arms wrapped more firmly around her slim waist.

"All right folks," the lead singer said from the stage, as the band picked up the tempo and transitioned into a different song. "Get ready for 'Mustang Sally.' You know you love it."

And the crowddidlove it, everyone shouting out, "Ride, Sally, ride," when the time came. Everyone but Hank and Jo. No, they hadn’t changed anything about their dance.

Still slow.

Still wrapped up in each other.

Still silent.

That was until a quiet laugh left her when the next up-tempo song started.

"What?" He leaned his head back and eyed the top of her head.

"I saw this in a movie once." Jo’s head tilted up.

"Saw what?"

Her brow crinkled. Without thought, he pulled one hand from around her waist to reach up and smooth his thumb over the slight furrow, before cupping her cheek.

"A couple dancing close like we are, even when everyone else around wasnotdancing the way we are."

He glanced around to the crowd moving around the floor with spins and various gyrations, then met her languorous eyes as she continued with, "Honestly, I thought it was ridiculous."

"You still think it’s ridiculous?" he murmured, his gaze dropping to her mouth.

"No," she whispered, lifting her face as he lowered his head, while his fingers did what they’d been itching to do and speared through her curls. "I don’t."

"I don’t either," he groaned.

Then his lips were on hers, drinking her in, swallowing her moan filling his mouth. Her hands at his neck tightened, almost pulling on him. What else could he do but take his hand still at her back and anchor it onto her firm, jeans-clad ass and haul her closer. So close she had to feel what she was doing to him.

At this point, they weren’t even moving, as the kiss went on—tongues tangling, mouths eating at each other—regardless of the comments from the other dancers. None of them mattered to him, except maybe for the ones telling them to get a room.Thatone he was on board with. Not that he planned to take her to some no-name hotel.

Hank wasn’t one to pick up some woman in a bar—or anywhere else for that matter—for a one-night stand. Never had. Never would. So, he wasn’t about to start now.

Besides, Jo wasn’t justsomewoman.

"Mmm…" Jo pulled her mouth away and licked her lips, leaving them both panting. "I don’t normally do this kind of thing. Ask Mags. But?—"

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