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apex of her legs.
    â€œMay I touch you?” he asked, again directly in her ear.”
    She nodded again. He slipped his hand into her thong, his blunt fingers caressing her, slipping lower to find her wet and ready for him.
    She inhaled sharply as he slipped one finger into her while at the same time scraping his fingernail over her nipple. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out. Just then the house lights dimmed even further and the jazz combo took the stage.
    The tempo of the music was mellow and smooth. But the tempo in her body raged out of control—like a Stevie Ray Vaughan guitar riff that went on forever.
    His mouth found hers as he teased her body, driving her closer and closer to a climax. A second finger slipped inside her, driving deeper. He continued to play with her nipple and his tongue matched the thrusts of his fingers. She gripped his thigh with one hand then slipped it between his legs, finding him hard. She stroked him in time with his stroking of her body. Her fingers bit into his thigh as he pressed his thumb to the nub at her center and drove her over the precipice to orgasm.
    She felt him lower her skirt over her thighs and he pulled his hand from her breast with one last caress. His erection still strained against his zipper, but when she tried to open his pants and bring him some relief, he stopped her.
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    During the second set, couples left their tables for the small dance floor. Max watched Roxy watching them, a look of envy flitting briefly across her face.
    â€œLet’s dance,” he said.
    She hesitated. “I’m…”
    â€œScared? I promise not to step on your feet.”
    â€œNot of that. You’re poetry in motion.”
    He arched one eyebrow at her. “No one has ever said that before.”
    â€œWell, I’m sure they’ve thought it. You move like a graceful predator.”
    â€œA predator?”
    â€œNot that you’re looking for the kill. You’re just very confident, very sure of yourself and very aware of where everyone else is.”
    Since he knew that he was always aware of others, he wasn’t surprised to hear her description, but he was surprised that she’d noticed. She seemed to see more of him than others did.
    â€œI want to hold you in my arms, Blondie. I want your luscious body against mine, teasing us both. I’ll catch you if you stumble. Trust me?”
    She licked her lips. “Okay.”
    Max escorted Roxy to the floor and held her in his arms. Something he’d been craving since…he realized that he had no idea when the urge had begun, only that he needed her in his arms.
    Her skin was flushed, and the remembered feel of her warmth on his fingers kept him in a state of arousal. But he wasn’t ready to end the anticipation and take her back to his suite. He wanted to keep the tension building between them.
    â€œYou’re a good dancer,” she said.
    She held on to him as they moved. Roxy’s dance training was obvious to him as they swayed together. Her posture, which was always very good, was even more so here. And every beat of the music came alive in the way she danced.
    â€œThank you.”
    â€œIs there anything you don’t do well?”
    Yes, but he wasn’t about to tell her. He was horrible at cooking no matter how many lessons he’d had. “My mom made sure I knew the basic ballroom steps. My dad has to be coerced onto the dance floor.”
    She rested her head on his shoulder, shifting closer to him as they danced. And he had a flash image of her underneath him. They’d be a perfect fit in bed. He slid his hands down her back to her hips.
    Her mouth was at his neck, kissing him as her hands slid up and down his back. She bit him softly and he reacted immediately, hardening further against her lower belly.
    One of her hands was at his nape, her fingernails scraping over the skin there. His breathing deepened, his blood flowing heavier