“Wow, babe. That was beautiful,” he said from the doorway.

Her head jerked up with an uncomfortable expression. “Quincy. What are you doing here?”

“I came by early to talk. I texted, but I guess you didn’t get it.” He walked into the room, wondering if she was already regretting what they’d done last night. “I can come back at eight thirty like we planned if this is a bad time.”

“Sorry, no, it’s fine. I’m glad you’re here. I was messing around and you caught me off guard. I’m not used to people seeing me dance.” She grabbed a sweater from the table and pulled it on. The soft gray tumbled around her, stopping just above her waist and hanging sexily off one shoulder.

He stepped closer and reached for her hand, finally earning the sweet smile that made his chest constrict. “Hi, beautiful,” he said softly, and leaned in to kiss her, inhaling her feminine scent, which stirred a hunger for more. “If that was you messing around, then I need to see you dance for real, because you blew me away.”

“Thanks, but I don’t perform anymore.”

“Why not? That was so powerful.”

“It was okay. I was too stiff, my turns sucked, and I favored my left side.” She leaned her butt against the table, a flash of sadness moving over her features. “I’ll never be able to dance the way I used to.”

He set his helmet on the table and shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it beside the helmet, and stepped in front of her. She lifted her eyes to his, and damn, she was right when she’d called their connection electric. His body felt like a tangle of live wires every time they were together.

“Talk to me, babe. What do you mean, like you used to?”

She lowered her eyes. “It’s not a pretty story.”

He slid his finger beneath her chin, lifting her face, and said, “I have my own ugly stories. If you share yours, I’ll share mine.”

Her lips curved up. “What is it about you that makes it easy for me to open up?”

“I don’t know, but whatever it is, I think you bring it out in me.”

She hoisted herself up and sat on the table, patting the space beside her. “You might as well get comfortable.”

He stepped between her legs and put his hands just below her hips. “I’m good right here, thanks. I want to be able to see your face.” He squeezed her outer thighs and said, “And this is a nice benefit.”

“I guess after last night we’re officially past you keeping your hands to yourself.”

“They’re on the outside of your legs, not between them.”

Crimson stained her cheeks, and she looked away, shaking her head and grinning. “I’m not used to hearing things like that.”

“I’m only telling it like it is.” He ran his hands down the outside of her legs and felt her bristle. She hadn’t given him any indication that she regretted last night, but that flinch worried him. He held his hands up, bringing her eyes back to his, and said, “I’m not trying to do anything, Roni. I was just being affectionate, not sexual.”