Page 63 of One Touch

And right now, it’s mine.

“Fine. Your turn.” He gestured at me with a haughty sweep of his hand.

“My turn what?”

“Show me your hidden talent.” As he leaned back, he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for me to impress him.

I propped one arm under my elbow as I tapped my lip and thought. I didn’t really have any hidden talents, as far as I could recall, but then it hit me.

I lifted a brow, determined to nail this. “Can I use your phone to put on a song?”

Beckett reached into his pocket, unlocked his phone, and slid it across the small table. I found what I was looking for as nerves swept through me.

I gently pushed myself back, standing beside the table. “Okay, take your chair and put it here.” I pointed to the open space on the patio.

His jaw flexed, but he did as I asked. I dragged my own chair across from his so the two faced each other without the table between us.

Standing across from him, I smoothed my hair back and took a deep, fortifying breath.

Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to do this.

“Ready?” I asked, nerves simmering beneath my skin as I slipped off my pointed-toe flats and wiggled my toes.

He sat back in the chair and smirked. “Still waiting to be impressed.”

This is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. But oh my god ...

Cloaked in the safety of near-darkness and the sides of the high-rise buildings around us, I pushed play.

Low notes flowed from the speakers as the song began. I closed my eyes, letting the music move over me and willing my nerves to melt away.

My heart hammered as the intense, sensual beats of “Desire” by Meg Myers filled the air. Gathering my courage, my body began to roll. I didn’t risk opening my eyes, but my hands moved across my chest and hips as I let myself be lost in the sultry music.

The heat from Beckett’s gaze seared into me. When my eyes opened and flicked to his, he pinned me with his stare. Tension rolled through his body as he watched me move.

Dance for him. Show him what you’ve got.

With slow, sensual movements, I allowed my hand to explore the vertical line of my leg, bending at the waist to highlight the curve of my ass. The bold lyrics were like gasoline on the burning ember inside me as I grew bolder with every lyric.

His eyes seared into me.

A fresh wave of sensual confidence moved through me. Fueled by how deliciously wicked it was to be dancing for Beckett, I lowered myself to the ground, moving and flowing with the music. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was thinking of all the things I wanted Beckett to do with me.

To me.

I let those thoughts run wild as my eyes moved over him and appreciated the hard lines of his body.

Sitting back on my heels, I moved my torso in small circles and gently unbuttoned my cream silk wrap blouse, revealing the delicate mesh balconette bra beneath it.

My fingertips grazed down my neck and lower, across the hard points of my nipples.

The low drone of the bass thrummed through me as I vibrated with want and need. From the ground I looked up at him, my back arching and working in time to the music.

“Get your ass over here,” he growled as my gaze sliced to him. God, it was so wrong how much it turned me on when he used that harsh tone with me.

I didn’t stand, but rather slinked on my hands and knees toward him.

“That’s it, Princess. Crawl to me.”

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