Page 14 of Inspiring Dominic

Pointing a finger at me, she made sure I knew that, “Only family calls me Sammy, so don’t get any ideas.”

“I didn’t say shit.” I raised my hands. “After everything we’ve been through, though, I feel like I’ve earned the privilege to use your nickname.”

“Quit flirting and come with me.” Gaby grabbed Samara’s arm and pulled her to the dance floor that was partially outdoors.

Samara’s eyes were pinned to mine as she began swaying to the beat of the music, her hips filling in the blanks of what her eyes weren’t saying.

“She’s so damn beautiful,” I said to myself, unable to look at anyone else on the dance floor. Her rich, cinnamon brown skin was glistening under the moonlight, and the way she was moving her hips had me forgetting what the hell we were even at the nightclub for.

“Gaby is so happy to have her prima in town,” Tomás enlightened. “She was worried that Samara was lonely in Miami with her mom and family still living in Chicago.”

“I actually haven’t been in Miami long,” I informed him, wondering why I hadn’t gotten a cold drink right when we entered. Watching Samara was intoxicating. “Feels like I’ve known her forever though.”

“I feel the same about my Gaby,” Tomás admitted. “That’s why I plan on proposing soon.”

I finally took my eyes off Samara. “Congrats, man!”

“Gracias. If it were up to me, I would have proposed after our third date, but Gaby needed time. I’d like to propose while you and Samara are still here.”

“I’m sure Samara would love that.” On their own accord, my eyes ventured to Samara again.Damn, what is going on with me?I’d never met a woman … hell, I’d never met anybody who I instantly connected with like I did Samara. I was drawn to her in ways I hadn’t even figured out yet. There was still so much we had to learn about each other, but already, I felt like I didn’t want to let her go. Didn’t make any sense because she wasn’t mine in the first place.

“Don’t overthink it,” Tomás voiced, interrupting my thoughts. “If you love her, just tell her.”

“I’m that obvious, huh?”

“Only to an hombre who fell in love just as fast,” he said.

Did I love her though, or was it just infatuation? At the moment, it really didn’t matter as I watched her dip her hips before her and Gaby waved us over when everyone on the dance floor began to salsa dance.

“I’ve been thinking,” Samara said breathlessly when I approached the dance floor. “You’re like six-three or six-four, right?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“My point is, your shoulders are so broad and your thighs are so thick, you can’t be as good of a salsa dancer as you say.”

“That’s what you think?” I asked, pulling her to me, causing her to gasp. “I may be a big guy, but I’m light on my feet.” I dipped her back, rolled my hips, and brought her back to me, my eyes focused on the way her feet glided on the floor when I did so. “I meant to tell you earlier that I like your pedicure. The bright melon color suits you.”

She grinned. “Thanks. I felt like being bold today.”

Leaning down to her ear, I whispered, “Although I’m not the kind of guy who has a problem with women walking around with chipped pink polish, I like this look.”

She popped me on my arm. “No you didnotjust talk about my feet. I hadn’t known I would run into you that day at the movies.”

I shrugged. “I’m just sayin’. I wouldn’t be talkin’ shit with how them crusty toes were lookin’ that night.”

“Oh, you messin’ with the wrong one.” She pushed away from me and began dancing on her own, a smirk on her face before she turned and backed her ass up against me.

“Enough smack talkin’,” she vocalized. “Show me your moves, big boy.”

This time, when I pulled her back to me, I leaned down and kissed her in a way that was meant to be sweet, but with Samara, our kisses always brought that fire. We broke apart seconds later and began following the moves that everyone else on the floor was doing.

Gaby, Tomás, and Samara all seemed to be familiar with the moves, yet I was a fast learner as Samara quickly found out when I demanded the attention of everyone on the floor. The chords of the guitar and piano were hitting my mood just right. Once I got the moves down, nobody existed on the dance floor except for me and Samara, our bodies molding together as one as if we’d done this dance a thousand times before.

“You weren’t lyin’,” she confessed, her eyes holding mine.

I smirked, breaking apart from her to freestyle my own moves a bit while she did the same. A few minutes later, the beat of the music changed to a reggaeton and we continued dancing, moving together in one fluid motion.

By the time we finally decided to take a break from dancing, the dance floor erupted in applause as we made our way back to the table where Gaby and Tomás were waiting for us.

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