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She wished she had a cauitar vibrated around the lounge David winced, shock, dis across his dark features Clare was openly laughing at him when he rose slowly to his feet

'This is your husband?'

The vocals started and Clare turned the voluhtly as she nodded, her eyes limpid blue 'What's the matter, don't you like it?' She was fairly sure of his answer, and was therefore stunned when he tilted his head and listened for athe vocals and the clever, catchy rhythers and move to the beat

'It's good I like it' And as if that entirely settled the matter hesinuously in time 'Dance with me'

'We can't,' said Clare auto tilt of his pelvis

'Why not? There's nobody to see us' He danced around like the Pied Piper, forcing her to turn to keep hiht 'Doesn't the ood rock, it makes you want to illustrate the beat Coly, 'you know it's irresistible…'

And it was She was already swaying without realising it 'This is ridiculous,' she whispered as she let hie to the e s He was a marvellous mover and she couldn't help but respond, her own love of dancing overtaking her, challenging her to better hi interaction that banished her self-consciousness She wasn't even aware that one track had melted into another, until David's hands were at her waist and she realised that they had reached the slow nu for twenty rip he wouldn't let her He held her wary eyes with his, drawing her into their dark fascination, beckoning her with the tantalising brush of his body

'We ether, don't we?' heher so that her hipbetween her legs He turned her again before she could protest the intimacy…if she had wanted to They danced in silence a few er, then the eyes which held her captive dropped to her mouth Clare became exquisitely conscious of his body, the arousal that he teased her with every tiainst her Yet perversely she didn't feel threatened Yes, he was aroused and not trying to hide it, but explicit in the dark admiration of his eyes, was the proh taut with desire, was relaxed, asking rather than de

'David…' she began shakily, trying to find the strength of will to deny the unspoken question

'Do you like the taste of my name in your mouth?' he whispered, eyes dark slits as he watched her lips move

She wanted to tasteherself inadvertently against hiroan

'Yes, darling…her waist, the other sliding up into her thick, clean hair 'Mood…' He continued his erotic dance as he kissed her, enjoying the faint quiver of her entle thrust of his tongue, accepting the inevitable She filled his senses, her war hi to explode It wasn't enough He broke the kiss slowly and with the greatest of reluctance, his fingers tightening in her hair as he looked down at her upturned face, flushed with the heat of mutual desire Her eyes were the colour of a stormy sky, her mouth as lush and ripe as the rest of her, faintly swollen by his quest for the pleasure within Had he bitten her in his delirium? He lifted his hand from her waist to trace the over-full bow

'You have a lovely ain, over the delicate arch of her jan her soft, warle of skin above the modest e out the hunger that hardened the aggressive angles of his face She mustn't see…she mustn't let him see, kno er

He knehat she was doing 'Don't hide from me, Clare You don't have to hide yourself froain, and from somewhere Clare found the sense to stiffen the arainst the hard wall of his chest Even so, her tongue curled treacherously around his as she dragged her o of the sinful delight of the symbolic possession

'No, please…' She couldn't seeht 'David…'