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wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    Slowly, a rosy bloom spread to her neck and… lower. His eyes followed that glorious glow until it disappeared under the neckline of her gown. His imagination filled in the gaps as his mouth watered. Sharon had incredible cleavage. He wanted nothing more than to unwrap her like a present and worship her. Shaking his head, he cleared his throat, and lowered her hand. “Would you like to dance?”
    Her face lit up. “I would love to.”
    Mark told Rizzo to stay, stood, and held out his hand. “Shall we?”
    Smiling, she looked up at him. Sharon couldn’t help but notice desire burning in his gaze. She placed her hand in his, allowed him to help her to her feet, and lead her to the dance floor. The heat from his fingers warmed her hand and sparked her imagination. How would they feel caressing her body?
    They weaved their way through the crowd to a tiny bit of open floor, barely big enough for the both of them. Sharon relished the feel of his hard, masculine body against hers when he pulled her into his arms. The dance floor was at maximum capacity, limiting space for a proper waltz. That was fine with her. She wanted him as close as possible. Sighing, she laid her cheek on his shoulder. Thank you, Goddess, for this marvelous man.
    Sharon floated on a cloud of bliss, swaying to the soft music in her mate’s arms. No man had ever swept her off her feet the way Mark had. Normally, she felt the need to carry-on a conversation and fill the awkward silence. With Mark, words weren’t necessary. The silence was comfortable. Oh, she wanted to fill it, just not with words. Sharon had something much more pleasurable in mind for Mark. Like kissing, touching, and if all went well, stripping that tuxedo from the smoking hot body he held against her.
    With every shuffle of his feet, she felt his muscular thighs brush her own. Suddenly, a puff of air warmed her neck as it left his lungs, and she heard him groan. She felt his desire mixed with frustration. She was about to suggest they return to the table when he abandoned the waltz stance they were in, lifted her arms to his shoulders, and wrapped his around her waist.
    Sharon smiled as she recalled slow dancing as a child in just the same way. With their bodies entwined, it was easy to press fully against him. Breast to chest, hip to hip. She did just that, with a flourish of a little extra hip contact tossed in.
    “You’re killing me, woman,” Mark growled into her ear.
    She laughed softly. “My intention was to tempt you, not cause your demise.”
    “If I have to die here and now, I would die a happy man. I have the most beautiful woman in the room in my arms. What more could I want?”
    “Thank you, Mark. I feel the same way about you.”
    “To tell you the truth, I haven’t danced since my injury. Getting ready for tonight, I was as nervous as I was at my senior prom. I was sure I would make a fool of myself. I wish you had been my date then. Shortly after the band began to play, the gal I asked ditched me for one of the football players.”
    “She was a fool. And I’m more than happy to make up for her poor decision.”
    The smile he gave her squeezed her heart. “You’re incredible.” Lowering his head, he brushed a kiss against her cheek. That was paramount to throwing gasoline on her fire. She wanted so much more.
    Inhaling a deep breath, she took in the rich herbal scent of him and managed to stifle a moan. Every morning, she walked the paths of her herbal garden with her morning coffee in hand. Brushing her fingers over the basil and thyme to release their incredible fragrance. Mark smelled just like that.
    Mark’s voice deepened. “I’ll bet boys fought over the chance to take you to prom.”
    “I didn’t go to prom.” Little did he know senior proms didn’t exist when she was a girl.
    In answer, she felt his head shake. “The guys you went to school with were idiots.”
    Sharon lifted her head to admire the handsome