Caribbean Tango

“Dance with me one last time, McKenzie,” he whispered against her ear. “Like you did every night on the dance floor.”

She tipped her head back and stared into his eyes, barely discernable in the deep shadows where they stood. Once again, an awareness of being at home in his arms filled her. Dangerous thoughts swamped her as she inhaled the combined scent of the sea air and his masculinity.

Even as she considered his request, his body began to move. She should refuse him, but she couldn’t. His fingers grasped hers, drawing her closer, and his thigh insinuated itself between her legs.

The thin material of her flowing beach dress wasn’t barrier enough to the searing heat of him.

With no music to guide them, only the swooshing of distant waves and the muted sounds from slot machines dinging nearby as they were played in the casino, McKenzie swayed against Riley and began to dance a slow tango. A sensuous beat played between them, lulling her into an erotic trance.

She could feel every part of him as he swirled her around the deck. His leg against hers. His hip bumping and grinding into her pelvis, making her aware of his erection as it pulsed against her. The erotic touch of his fingers when he caressed her wrists.

The heated sizzle of his breath fanned her face, so close to her lips. She lifted her head and gazed into his eyes, captivated by the look he gave her. Riley had seduced her into his arms, and tonight she couldn’t deny him.