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and smiling, she looked happy, and Sean realized that was different. It struck him that maybe she wasn’t usually happy.
    Moving to the beat, but mostly watching Adrianna, he felt his pulse race. And it wasn’t from the rock beat. The sparkles on her dress changed color as the lights rotated, and her blond hair gleamed. Up as close as he was, Sean could see the soft swell of her breasts peeking out the top of her dress. They moved with her, and he imagined what it would feel like to cup them in the palms of his hands. They must be so soft.
    Intoxicated by her perfume, Sean tried to stay grounded, but she was making it difficult. The jerking of her hips was like a sexual act to him, and when she kicked, showing her shapely legs, it sent a pulse through his body. Resistance crumbled and he began bumping against her, gently, seductively.
    Adrianna didn’t object; it was all part of the dance—the swaying of her hips and Sean grazing against her. Each contact sent electricity sparking through him, and he drank in the sight of her, unable to tell if she felt the same or not. At one point in the song, Sean put his hand at her waist, guiding her to the beat, their bodies moving in harmony.
    Dancing with her, moving with her, letting her femininity engulf him, was as good as sex. As good as any he’d known. And he liked sex; he liked it a lot—which was evidence Adrianna’s grip on him ran deep. His desire to have her swamped his senses and roused his body to an uncomfortable level.
    The song shifted to something quieter, slower, and without hesitation Sean put his hands on her waist to lead. Delicately, Adrianna put her hands on his shoulders, her eyes wide, looking into his.
    Sean’s hormones raged, blotting out rationality, and he said what was on his mind before thinking it through.
    “So, is that the guy you are ‘not exactly’ with?”
    Adrianna tried to suppress a smile, but Sean watched it break free. “Yes.”
    “Why are you seeing him? He’s not right for you.”
    “What’s wrong with him?”
    “Do you want the list?”
    Adrianna smirked. “He’s a nice guy.”
    “Well, that’s the first thing on the list. Nice in that he’s boring, and don’t tell me otherwise. I can see for myself.”
    “He’s good to me.”
    “Uh huh.” Sean waited to see if she had anything further with which to counter.
    Adrianna just looked at him, and he let one hand drift to her lower spine, pressing her closer. “I want to see you, Adrianna. Get rid of the guy.”
    “I can’t,” she said, but her eyes betrayed her, showing desire to do just that. “I came with him, and besides, I’m dating him, you know.”
    “I don’t care,” Sean said, his face so close to hers, he could feel her sweet breath on his lips. Stopping for a moment, he boldly ran his hand up her spine and into her long hair. “I want you, Adrianna.” His lips touched hers briefly as he spoke, teasing her, with the kiss he didn’t give.
    Even in the low lights, Sean could see her flush. Just at that moment, she was yanked away from him. Kevin had his arm through hers. “The dance is over,” he said curtly, and pulled Adrianna away. She followed but glanced back, her eyes locking with Sean’s. He nearly went after her, but wasn’t sure what she wanted.
    During the dance, she’d been his and the world had dropped away. He’d been so close, near enough to breathe her in, near enough to feel her, and intimate enough to whisper in her ear. Lingering on that moment, Sean felt warmth radiate through his body and settle between his thighs. Adrianna. He needed her, and it was making him crazy.
    Winding through dancers on his way back to the table, he took the liberty of looking Adrianna’s way. Now the guy she was with had his arm around her possessively, and Sean couldn’t see her face so had no way to observe her reaction. The two talked intimately, and he tried to imagine what they were saying. The other couple wasn’t there; possibly they were