“Well, apparently people with real height differences don’t have a chance of staying together for the long haul. The man has to hurt his back in order to kiss her or hold her, and the disparity really comes up when they dance together.”
He leaned toward her, nibbling at the pads of her fingers. His teeth scraped gently back and forth over her skin and his gaze never left her face. “I am trying to follow the strange illogical and irrational path of your mind. You believe if we dance together I will have to break up with my lifemate, the only woman that can complete me, the one woman I looked for throughout the centuries of utter loneliness?”
She frowned. “Put like that it doesn’t sound too logical, but really, Andre, there are several articles written on the subject and all of them say men don’t like the height difference, especially while dancing, and I just thought, seeing as how when I morphed, I didn’t get the breasts I wanted or a few inches more in the height department, that there might be a problem.” There was the tiniest bit of accusation in her tone.
His lips twitched. He blinked. That did not amuse her in the least.
“I am not going to hide the fact that had I woken up with bigger breasts and was maybe at least five foot four or five that would have made up for a lot. Seriously, Andre, don’t you dare laugh at me. Had I morphed into beauty queen or model status, that might have gone a long way to keeping me happy in my present weird state. Instead, I’m still me and now you’re asking me to dance and you’ll hurt your back and that will be a disaster.” There. She warned him.
Andre smiled. Slow. Burning hot. Gorgeous. Holy cow. She was going to have an orgasm just sitting in the chair next to him. She really should be annoyed that he didn’t take her warning seriously, but how could she be when just looking at him turned her into a melting puddle of absolute goo? He was forever going to get around her just by giving her his slow, sexy smile.
“I need to hold you in my arms, Teagan. Right now. Right here. I want to feel your body move against mine. Dancing is the only safe way to do this, so we shall try out your theory. If I suddenly get a backache, I will be certain to tell you.”
She opened her mouth to protest because, really, he was totally mocking her when this was serious business, but he successfully stopped anything she had to say by leaning down and taking possession of her mouth. There was a fleeting thought—just one—and it really did fly away, but hadn’t he said not to bring attention to them? And wasn’t kissing in public bound to draw attention? Then it was gone and there was only Andre in her world.
Andre. His glorious, perfect mouth that poured golden fire down her throat and into her body so that it spread through her like a firestorm. A single sound escaped her throat that sounded mysteriously like a purr, but she didn’t care. She slipped her arms around his neck and gave herself up to his kisses. Breathtaking. Earth-shattering.
Sivamet. Dance with me.
He didn’t stop kissing her, but it was a clear command. That voice inside her mind, so intimate. Stroking her. Caressing her. Every bit as sensual as his mouth. She found herself moving up out of her chair, still kissing him, her arms sliding from his neck down his chest to circle his waist.
He lifted his head, his eyes moving possessively over her face. “I love the way you look at me with that expression you have right now.”
She managed a laugh. “You mean dazed and confused.”
His arm slipped around her. “Beautiful. Looking at me with that look is worth all the gold in the world. You are a gift, Teagan.”
She didn’t know about that, but she thought he was. She let him guide her through the crowd to the part of the bar where there was dancing. He was a force to be reckoned with. Tall. Muscular. His face as dangerously male as a face could get. The crowd parted without hesitation. She kept her hand in his back pocket, staying close to his body with every step.
He turned and drew her into his arms. Her arms slid around his waist and she rested her head in the niche between his rib cage. Perfect. She fit. His body pressed tight against hers. After two steps she felt the heat of his cock pressed tight against her. Growing. Hardening. Delicious. She loved that she was short enough to have his body rubbing against hers as they floated with the music, or it felt like floating. Like being in the clouds.
Her lashes drifted as she savored the heat of his body. The hardness. The hunger rising between them. She’d never had this in her life. A man holding her like she was his world. It really didn’t matter that she was short and he was tall. He didn’t bend down to her. He held her tight against his front, enjoying her body brushing against his. She suddenly didn’t mind in the least that she was short or that her breasts were small. He fit. Perfectly. The feeling of him snuggled tight against her, so close to her mouth was exquisite.
Is this human enough for you, sivamet? I have never danced with a woman in my life.
The caress in his voice curled her toes. She loved that he’d never danced with another woman.
Or held her in my arms. I have never kissed another woman. You have to get over feeling as if you do not belong. There is one place you will always belong, csitri, and that is in my arms.
Oh God. Did he just say that? He made her weak, so much so that she was afraid her legs were going to give out. They needed to leave. Right now. This minute.
Andre. Let’s go. She knew even in her mind, her voice was breathless with need.
His arms tightened. I will take you back to the table. I have to speak to a couple of men. Then we will leave.