waiters were busy clearing away the dishes and the band was getting ready to play.
"I'll have you in my arms soon," he whispered, his breath hot in her ear, his hand moving to her hip and pressing intimately.
Goosebumps erupted and tingled on her arms and down her back. She could hardly wait to dance.
****
Blake could hardly wait for the last dance to end. His body burned with such hot desire, he thought he'd surely burst into flame. He'd danced every dance with Melanie and the band had made good on their promise to him. Almost all the sets had been slow love songs, perfect for holding a woman close in your arms and dancing the night away.
The night was well advanced and the Lone Star Cattle Ranchers' Christmas Ball was coming to a close. Blake held Melanie in a now familiar embrace only intensified with the growing sexual awareness building between them. Their bodies rubbed together in time to the music. Her full breasts pressed into his chest, her nipples hard against him, driving him mad with yearning, wanting, hunger.
Melanie leaned her head on Blake's shoulder. His heart beat fast beneath her ear. She nestled against him, his hard muscled body hot against hers. Their legs brushed one another with every step of the dance, and an electric charge coursed through her bloodstream. This was the last dance and she wished the night didn't have to end. There hadn't been much time for talking. Twirling around the dance floor, they communicated through touch and body language of the most basic primal kind.
Blake's arms tightened around her and she looked up into the ruggedly handsome face. Her breath jammed in her throat as she caught the feral light in the sapphire blue eyes.
"I want you. I want to make love to you." He slid one of his hands down to her derriere and pulled her even closer.
No way could she mistake the bulge pushing against her. The proof of his desire was all too evident.
Melanie licked her suddenly dry lips and felt a shudder ripple through Blake.
His eyes dilated. "Oh God, don't do that." He swooped down and kissed her. She nearly melted in a pool of lust as his tongue delved into her mouth. The kiss was hard and brutal, and he ended it all too soon. "Spend the night with me," he said, his voice rough with passion.
Still dazed, Melanie tried to focus. His kiss left her limp and ragged, craving more. Much more. "Where? How?" she asked, her own voice barely a whisper.
He kissed the top of her head. "I have a room. Here. At the hotel."
The last notes of the music faded into the night. As the other couples left the dance floor, Blake didn't move. He kept his arms around Melanie, searching her face. "Come up to my room. You know you want to. Say yes." He kissed her again.
Yes, she wanted. It had been so long since she'd felt this way. If she ' d ever felt this way. Her senses were overloaded with Blake. Only Blake. All evening, he'd stoked the embers, fanning the passion burning between them, until the fire was so hot Melanie thought she'd die if she couldn't lie down with him and make love.
He cupped her jaws with his large hands and looked into her eyes. "Melanie. Sweetheart. What do you say?"
She took one of his hands in hers and kissed the knuckles. "Yes, Blake. I say yes."
****
By the time the elevator reached the twelfth floor, Blake was so hard he thought he'd splinter into a thousand fragments if he didn't get Melanie naked and into bed. The dances they'd shared, the kisses exchanged, all had imprinted her very essence into his brain.
The doors swooshed open, then shut again, as Blake held Melanie in his arms, her lithe body plastered against him, her sweet hot lips fused to his. He took the pins from her hair, letting it fall loose around her shoulders. The doors slid open again and seemingly from far off, Blake heard the digital ping ping indicating they'd reached their destination.
Reluctantly, he pulled out of the hottest liplock he'd ever been privileged to share. "We're here. Come
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