hand wrapped securely around hers. They began moving, perfectly attuned, though she had to hold her head up stiffly to avoid resting it on his chest.
The music curled around them, lifting them, moving them over the floor in time to its sensuous beat. She found herself drawn ever more closely into his arms.
Until they were pressed together from knees to shoulders, and she became aware of something even harder than his arm pressing into her.
She tried to pull away subtly. He loosened his arms a fraction.
"It was inevitable," he murmured. "Good thing it's dark in here."
She refused to look at him. Dark as it was, he'd see how much this was affecting her. Every time he brushed against her, she melted a little bit more. Soon she'd be a puddle on the floor.
"I don't think this is decent," she muttered, glancing around. "We should sit down."
"You don't think I'm the first man in the world who's had an erection on the dance floor, do you?"
Mute, she shook her head.
"It wasn't my intention to embarrass you," he said, his voice low and dark in her ear. "But you feel good in my arms, and that means the problem is not going to go away."
"Should I step on your toe?"
He chuckled. "I think I'm destined to suffer until I get you home tonight."
A thrill of fear zapped her. What did that mean? Surely he wouldn't make a move on her. She'd been adamant that she wouldn't have sex with him, and he was not a stupid man.
Their two nights in Philadelphia sprang into her mind. He hadn't done more than give her a chaste kiss. Despite the fact they were staying in the same hotel suite. But if she had been a little disappointed, she wasn't going to admit it to anyone, least of all herself. The fact remained that, although he'd been warm and attentive at the symphony, he had not tried to make a pass at her any time during the trip.
So she shouldn't read too much into his actions tonight. They were at a wedding. It was only natural that they'd dance. If she refused any more slow dances, that would solve her problem. Also, she had to stop drinking. Though she'd only had a couple glasses of champagne, she didn't have a head for liquor.
Logan Winter was entirely too attractive. There was no telling what foolish thing she might do if she got drunk.
Chapter 11
Logan was surprised to see Amanda stumble a bit on the way out of the wedding party. He had a firm grasp of her elbow, and she quickly recovered.
Her giggle surprised him, even as it delighted him.
"Whoops!" she said, glancing up at him. "I think it was the champagne. It always makes me tipsy."
"Tipsy?" He laughed. "You scarcely had any."
But in the back of the limo, when he put his arm around her, she snuggled right up against him, her soft curves inflaming him, her sweet cinnamon and sugar scent enticing him. It reminded him of his childhood, the wonderful smells of his mother's kitchen.
Of course, he felt anything but childish when he was with her. More like a randy teenage boy.
He stretched his legs, trying to find a bit of comfort. His thigh pressed against hers.
"You take up a lot of room." She giggled again.
"I like it that way."
"Me, too." She rested her head on his chest. "You're so hard. I like that."
His whole body jerked. Did she know what she was saying? With the signals she was giving him, he wondered if his courtship would be shorter than he had anticipated.
He pressed his hand down around her shoulder. "And I like your softness." He had a good view into her cleavage and he almost groaned. She'd put that tempting softness on display, by leaning into him like she was. He could hardly wait to take her up on the offer.
He moved his arm to expose a little more of her breast. The sight of even an extra bit of naked flesh inflamed him. He tried to laugh at himself, practically panting like a sixteen year old on his first date.
But a part of him was disturbed at the intensity of his desire. He could not afford to lose control of the situation. He had no intention of getting emotional if, indeed, that unfamiliar feeling nudging at the edges of his consciousness was emotion.
However, he wanted to be sure they were inside her apartment before he started the seduction. The walk from the