Maybe it was more accurate to call it some sort of mating ritual than a simple dance. Without even being aware of it, I arched into him, my ass pressed against his pelvis, my head turned to the side to feel the beat of his heart.

This wasn’t about the music. I couldn’t even hear the music over the blood rushing through my ears.

It was just about us, about the undercurrent of attraction we’d both clearly been fighting.

I sucked in a deep breath, and Soren’s hand slid up from my hip, over my ribs, then came to settle just below the swell of my breast.

Did I take another deep breath just so I could feel the touch of his thumb slipping upward? Yes, yes, I did. And as the pleasure hummed through my body, I couldn’t come up with a single regret about it either.

Soren seemed equally out of fucks to give as his hand shifted, covering my breast completely, dragging a moan out of me that was immediately drowned out by the music swelling around us.

Soren must have felt it, though, been emboldened by it.

His hand kept moving, slipping up over my chest, then closing around my throat. A flutter of need spread through my core as he tightened his grip, then used it to turn me.

His hand stayed at my throat as the other went around my lower back, holding me tightly against him as he looked down at me, intention clear in his eyes.

But he gave me a beat, one last chance to keep things between us professional.

I couldn’t find any objections, though, not when he was looking down at me with a heat that matched the fire burning through me.

So I angled my head up ever so slightly.

It was all the encouragement he needed.

He closed the distance between us, his lips crashing down on mine.

My belly swooped as my body melted into his.

The man kissed how he looked—hard, deep, skilled.

When it came to men, I typically liked being the aggressor. But everything in me wanted to be dominated by this man, to let him set the pace, to show me what he wanted.

His lips pressed deeper, demanded more, and I was helpless but to give it to him. My pulse was slamming in my neck under his hand before he slowly slid it back, fingers drifting up to sink into my hair at the nape of my neck, gripping, pulling.

A moan escaped me as the pain/pleasure teased across my scalp.

Soren took the opportunity for his tongue to slip between my parted lips, claiming mine, teasing and toying until my hands were clinging to his arms, until my body was trembling against his.

We could have gone on like that for hours. Forever.