Free Tequila Nights by Melissa Jane Page B

What is it?”
    “It’s called the Bachata.”
    “Bachata,” I repeated to myself.
    “The dance of love,” he continued. “Well, in actual fact, it’s more the dance of unrequited love and heartbreak.”
    I watched as Leo took control of the room, the words from my fellow student ringing true. It oozed everything love. There was a story being told, an undercurrent of tension marrying the words of the song and steps being made. When the song drew to a close, the audience erupted in an applause, me included. There was something about it. Something that both touched my heart and ignited a flame from deep within.
    Leo made his way through the crowd, his eyes trained on me the whole time. Without saying a word, he took my hand in his and led me through the front door of the restaurant. His car was already parked out the front, yet as he opened the door for me, I was struck with a thought. I knew Jase wasn’t there. “Who is going to lock up?”
    “Natasha is my manager. She’ll take care of it. Now get in the car.” His voice was low and gravelly. The urgency in his tone making me quiver. Under the intensity of his stare, I did as I was told.
    The trip was made in silence, but the anticipation hung thick in the air. In less than fifteen minutes, we were pulled into the driveway of a two–story house. It was softly lit up on the outside, the garden paths glowing. As soon as I opened the door I could hear the crashing sound of the waves close by. The salty air blowing in the gentle breeze.
    “This is your home?” I asked in awe. Leo lived in a prime location along the coastline in one of the most affluent seaside streets. His house was modern architecture, but still contained character that set it apart from the others.
    “It is, Bella,” he replied softly, his hand resting on the small of my back leading me to the front door. Once inside he turned off the alarm and flicked a switch that brought to life a series of lamps placed in various rooms.
    “You certainly have some style about you, Mr. Santiago.”
    Gripping my hips, he pulled me into him, my hands resting on his muscled chest. “I’ve been considering commissioning an artist to decorate my walls.” His cheeky smile returned to me. “You wouldn’t happen to know anyone would you?”
    “Oh, I might. I know she has a beautiful nude drawing of this incredibly sexy man who rocked up to her life class.”
    “Is that so?”
    “He’s very finely sculptured, muscles in all the right places and a huge—”
    I stood no chance.
    Leo hooked his hands under my arms lifting me off the ground. My back connected with the wall, a large body engulfing mine. His lips teased and lingered, barely touching.
    “Josie Marks, what have you done to me?”
    I didn’t know what he meant, but I knew it was good. My heart swelled at the possibilities and the effect I was having on him.
    “I want to do so many things to you,” he continued, his mouth grazing mine.
    A low growl reverberated in his throat, hands gripped my ass cheeks hoisting me high. Wrapping my legs around his waist, Leo carried me up the stairs, his mouth possessing mine.
    Only a few seconds had passed before I was lowered to the bed, Leo’s body over mine, elbows alleviating the weight. With my right knee bent, my dress gathered at the top of my thigh. There was a heat between my legs that was begging for satisfaction, my nipples tightening beneath the cotton fabric. Deepening the kiss, our tongues met, both groaning and silently demanding more. Pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, Leo used the other to slide down my exposed leg. His fingers worked a massaging effect down my inner thigh until his thumb grazed my panties.
    I was defeated.
    I wanted to be molded by him.
    I needed him to possess me in a way that promised no return.
    “Please,” I begged against his lips. He smiled before inhaling sharply, stealing any words from my mouth.
    With a tug, Leo ripped my panties and pulled the fabric