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way to the
bathroom and back, I asked if we could go yet, and Erin fixed me with a look
she usually reserved for ill-mannered steakhouse patrons. I smirked at her and sipped
my drink.
    I knew when the
next guy walked up behind me, and that Erin and Maggie approved, because their
eyes widened simultaneously, focusing over my shoulder. Fingers grazed the back
of my arm, and I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly before turning
around. Good thing, too—because it was Lucas who stood there, his eyes dropping
to my cleavage for a split second. He crooked an eyebrow and gazed into my eyes
with a faint smile, unapologetic for looking. The heels on my boots were
killing my feet, but they weren’t tall enough to bring me eye-to-eye.
    Rather than
raising his voice like everyone else, he leaned close to my ear and asked,
“Dance with me?” I felt his warm breath and inhaled the scent of his aftershave—something
basic and male—before he withdrew, his eyes on mine, waiting for my answer. An enthusiastic
nudge between my shoulder blades told me Erin’s vote: go dance with him .
    I nodded, and he
took my hand and made his way to the floor, maneuvering through the crowd, which
parted easily for him. Once we reached the worn oak floor, he turned and pulled
me close, never letting go of my hand. As we found the rhythm of the slow-paced
song, swaying together, he took my other hand in his and moved both hands
behind my back, gently holding me captive. My breasts grazed against his chest
and I struggled not to gasp at the subtle contact.
    I’d barely let anyone
else touch me at all tonight, adamantly refusing all slow dances. Dizzy from weak-but-plentiful
margaritas, I closed my eyes and let him lead, telling myself that the
difference was the alcohol in my blood, nothing more. A minute later, he
released my fingers and spread his hands across my lower back, and my hands
moved to his biceps. Solid, as I knew they would be. Tracking a path, my palms
encountered equally hard shoulders. Finally, I hooked my fingers behind his
neck and opened my eyes.
    His gaze was
penetrating, not wavering for a moment, and my pulse hammered under his silent
scrutiny.
    Finally, I
stretched up toward his ear, and he leaned down to accommodate my question. “S-so
what’s your major?” I breathed.
    From the corner of
my eye, I watched his mouth twitch up on one side. “Do you really want to talk
about that?” He maintained the closeness, our torsos pressed together chest to
thigh, ostensibly waiting for my answer. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d
been so full of pure, unqualified desire.
    I swallowed. “As
opposed to talking about what?”
    He chuckled, and I
felt the vibrations of his chest against mine. “As opposed to not talking.” His hands at my waist gripped a little tighter, thumbs pressing into
my ribcage, fingers still at my lower back.
    I blinked, one
moment not understanding what his words implied, and the next knowing unreservedly.
    “I don’t know what
you mean,” I lied.
    He leaned closer
still, his smooth cheek whispering against mine as he murmured, “Yes, you do.” Struck
again by his scent—clean and subtle, unlike the trendy colognes Kennedy
favored, which always seemed to overpower any scent I wore—I felt an impulse to
bring my fingertips to his face and trail them over his freshly shaven jaw, the
sexy scruff from yesterday gone. His skin wouldn’t redden mine now if he kissed
me, hard. I would feel nothing but his mouth on mine—and maybe that slim ring
at the edge of his lip…
    The errant thought
made my breath catch.
    When his lips
touched just south of my earlobe, I thought I might pass out. “Let’s just
dance,” he said. Pulling back just far enough to stare into my eyes, he drew my
body against his, and my legs obeyed where his said to go.

 
    Chapter 5
     
     
    “Holy fuckburgers . Who was that hot guy ?” Erin carefully maneuvered her daddy-furnished
Volvo sedan around the people weaving