He pulled her close. His arm was a hot brand at her back, his breath wafted against her cheek. She pushed even closer, throwing her head back as passion suffused her. Heat worked down her body and loosened her spine. She became pliant in his arms, following him fluidly.
Her body molded to his until her hips had no choice but to follow where he led. Her breasts rubbed his chest and the friction sent a pulse of delight racing toward her belly. Excitement swept her along as he guided her, showing her the way, helping her keep her balance.
Her nose filled with his scent, her legs tensed and eased, her hands clutched at him. She spun on her toes and danced away. He let her go where her body would. She twirled, only to be caught by the tether of his grip. His fingers caught hers, drew her back.
A sensual game.
She lifted her thigh slowly, dragging it up his until her knee anchored to his hip. He held her safe, angling his groin to tease her mound, his hips rocking in time to the beat of her heart. She pulled back and twisted in his arms. They locked around her before she could take a step, the strength of his biceps caging her.
The most wonderful prison on earth.
Her back to his chest, he moved with long strides, forcing her to glide with him. He stopped and stepped back, taking her with him. The athleticism of his body had her arching, pressing back to feel it along her entire length. His lips dragged her nape and her nerves stretched in eagerness.
He whipped her around and held her to his chest. His heart thumped against hers, his breath turned ragged. She tipped her face up, bringing their lips dangerously close. His eyes sparked with need.
It was always like this with him. Pure sensation, pure fun, pure lust. Her muscles screamed for her to give in but she wouldn’t. Not yet.
She steeled herself against the firmness of his thighs as they moved against her. As she lifted to her toes, she slid against the heated hardness digging into her belly. Her sensual assault; she was determined to do everything in her power to tease him and send his need higher.
He stepped forward, his leg pushing between hers. His heat sunk into her chest and licked over her nipples, pebbled hard with her desire. Coyly, she eased back, but he followed, stalking her step by step.
The room spun around as her sight blurred. Music filled her ears, her soul. She was lost in the moment, the heat and the energy flowing through her muscles, boiling in her veins. She flexed and danced, whirling faster, pulling from him only to return to his arms. All that was left to hold onto in the confusion was him.
He always caught her. No matter how fast she spun, no matter how far she danced away, he always came for her, found her, pulled her back. She wouldn’t have it any other way.
His hand slid down her spine, the heat of his palm burning in the small of her back. His arm flexed and she tipped back, her spine obeying his command easily. Her hair brushed the floor as she presented him with the lean line of her torso.
He hauled her back up and molded her to his chest. Her breasts heaved, anticipation stole her voice. She stared up into his face and knew she’d never seen another as beautiful as him.
As always, he read the expression in her eyes. His lips curved a moment before they found hers and conquered. She opened for him, let him sweep inside to claim what was his. She luxuriated in the caress as much as she reveled in the game.
He pulled from her mouth, his breath drifting over her moist lips. Music swelled and died, reality infiltrated their senses. Around them, applause broke out, catcalls swelled amongst the audience.
Their tango was at an end.
She looked up at her husband and knew her need of him shone as brightly in her eyes as it did in his. “Let’s go home.”
He took her hand and spun her dramatically. They took their bow.