The Prelude (A Musical Interlude Novel) - By Kasonndra Leigh Page 0,55

the kind, the type where either one or the both of us will give in to whatever this thing is that we’re feeling for each other. And not even the heated atmosphere of the wildest and most controversial club in Milan can do a thing to hinder the outcome.

“You’ll beg me to kiss you before it’s all said and done,” he told me a few nights ago.

“We’ll see who begs who first, won’t we, Mr. Sexy as Hell?” I lead him to the center of the dance floor.

The beat is a thumping disco tune that drives through every part of my body. And it is so not helping me to gain the lead in this battle. I turn around, lift my arms, and make the first move. “Show me what you got, Mr. Maestro.”

“We’re on, Erin Angelo.”

So arrogant. So sexy. Dangerous is the word I think I’m looking for, and hooked is the one I’ll do anything to avoid. Alek moves close to me, his body grinding against my hips. He’s in no way shy about letting me feel how hard he has become.

I’m instantly taken aback to that place from a week or so ago, the one where he gave me an orgasm that turned me into a puddle of ooze. Moving back, he takes my hand, laces his fingers with mine and begins moving to the beat.

Holy hell. I’m so in trouble. A guy who can dance like this. Let me repeat it for you, you’re so in trouble, Angelo.

Part of me feels all bubbly inside, while the other half is terrified, because now Alek’s arms have circled my body.

We’re grinding and jerking to a beat that I swear was created just for sex. The words “bang bang shot you dead” blast through the speakers. It’s a tune called Gang Bang where the singer essentially says she killed her lover because she’s afraid of falling for him. But she used sex instead of a gun to do it. The meaning behind the lyrics hits too close to home to even think about.

The club spins. This man intoxicates me. Everything about him oozes sex. He’s passing the damn can-he-move test and shooting me dead with desire at the same time.

“Dare me to do something crazy?” he purrs in my ear, his lips brushing across my lobes just before he moves them down to my neck.

Do it, Erin! You know you want to find out what he’s got for you. “No way. I know all about how you handle dares,” I say instead. You wimp!

I curl my fingers up in his thick, dark hair. And then I move his head down toward mine so I can speak into his ear. His lips trace a path toward mine. I tighten my grip on his hair, holding him back, and stare into the shadows of his eyes.

“No kissing on the top set of lips, remember?” I remind him, making sure I specify exactly which pair of lips I’m talking about. I cannot handle another episode like the one we shared that night after the showing just yet.

Every so often, I catch his boyishly mischievous grin in the flashing lights. Once again, he holds the upper hand, and he knows it. We wind up dirty dancing to every single tune.

Damn he can move.

Whatever song plays, no matter what kind of groove it holds, Alek keeps up the pace. You’re so in trouble, my friend. I should’ve known how this night would go.

Now what will you do, Erin Angelo?

Alek

She wears too much black.

Her outfits remind me of a Gothic fashionista. It’s just one more thing about her that drives me wild, insane even. I bet she didn’t think I’d be able to keep up with her dance moves. I think I’m worthy now, in her eyes…and mine. Now, I can't turn down my hormones, even if I tried. I want to fuck her right now, right here on this dance floor. What red-blooded male wouldn’t want to do the same?

I run my hands over her bare shoulders and slip a hand up under her halter top, running my fingers across the exposed skin of her waist. Most maestros are skilled with their hands.

The song we dance to couldn’t be more perfect. A few of tonight’s tunes have been disco music performed by an American singer. Madonna, I think Erin told me. I usually hate that crap. I’m not as western in my tastes as Adriana; but even I have to admit this is a