She peered up at him, watching him approach with wariness in her eyes. He hated to admit it, but the caution was justified.
“Dance with me? For old time’s sake?” The smile he offered was intended to be charming and disarming. Or at least that’s what he hoped he portrayed rather than the ball of nerves that tumbled around inside.
When she finally rewarded him with a shy smile and placed her hand in his, part of him wanted to leap for joy. The other part clanged with warning bells, sensing impending doom. He ignored the alarms and led her to the dance floor. What could be the harm in one dance between old friends?
The moment he gathered her in his embrace, arm resting on his shoulders, hand in his, he knew he’d made a grave mistake. No matter how scorched she left him, one touch would never be enough.
Not with her. Not for him. He knew that now. But gracefully extricating himself from the situation would be difficult. All eyes were on them as they swayed in time to the melody.
“I’m sorry. About what I said yesterday. It was uncalled for.” He offered a rueful smile, forcing his eyes to stay trained on hers, and not dip lower to the smooth skin of her elegant neck and exposed shoulders. To ignore the thrum of her pulse that jumped when he tightened his hold on her or brushed his hand across the small of her back. The one that matched the beat of his own heart, pulse for pulse.
And he absolutely did not heed the call when his lips ached to taste hers.