bottom and she gasped, looking up at him. Their eyes connected and something passed between them other than dancing. She swallowed, thinking she should break the connection. But she didn’t really want to. She wanted this. Something was going on and she wanted to be with him, to sway with him. It was too powerful and she was tired of fighting this pull, this connection with him. The way he’d touched her in the past was on her mind and she wanted to know what came after.
They danced several songs, spinning around, swaying and sliding. Their bodies were as intimately connected as was possible while still in public and Juliette wanted so badly to get out of here, to tear his clothes off and feel all those muscles that she’d seen over the past week.
“Let’s go,” he mumbled, his voice low and she could feel the reaction in his body.
“Yes,” she whispered, her body not wanting to move away from his, even to walk out of the dance club.
He took her hand and she clung to him, her mind not allowing any arguments. She hung back for a second, remembering that she hadn’t come here alone. “I have to tell my friends.”
Marcus looked up and spotted the other two women. “I think they already know,” he said with a half-smile. He lifted his hand in their direction, a slight wave but not a full acknowledgement as Josie and Mindy both sent her an encouraging thumbs up sign. A moment later, he looked down at her and saw her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. But he didn’t stop. She continued to walk beside him, holding his hand as if it were a lifeline.
Out in the darkness, the cool, night air surrounded them, giving Juliette a moment to breathe. But she didn’t really want to breathe. She wanted to be with him. So when Marcus opened the door to a low-slung, powerful looking car, she didn’t hesitate. She slipped into the soft leather seat and watched him walk around the front.
When he got in beside her, Marcus looked at her. “I’m going to make love to you tonight, Juliet. Do you have any objections?”
Juliette knew that she should protest. They fought all the time, they had nothing in common and she’d never done this before. But as she looked into his dark blue eyes, saw the heat there, the heat that was probably reflected back from her own eyes, the only thing she could do was nod her head in agreement.
With that, Marcus started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Juliette had no idea how they got home, but it felt like scant moments later they were pulling into the garage.
Marcus stepped out of the car and came around to her side. He had her door open before she could take a second breath. When he took her hand in his, she accepted his help. But the moment the car door closed behind her, Marcus pressed her back against the shining black vehicle. He was holding both of her hands in his larger ones, and she felt that strange, exciting and scary sensation when his knee pressed between her legs. Everything about this man was aggressive, everything was commanding.
As a feminist, Juliette wondered if she should resist his domineering personality. But if she were completely honest with herself, she had to admit that the power behind his touch thrilled her. So when his dark head lowered towards hers, there was nothing she could do, nothing she wanted to do, but tremble in anticipation of what she knew was coming. When his lips touched hers, she was not disappointed. All the fire that they’d experienced the last time they kissed flamed up even stronger.
One of his strong hands crawled around her waist while the other one lifted to the back of her head, tilting her head so that he had better access to her mouth. When his tongue dove into her mouth she shivered in reaction. A small part of her brain thought, “This is crazy.” But the rest of her body curled in anticipation of everything they would do tonight.
A split second later, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the house. “I can walk,” she said even while her arms lifted to wrap around his neck.
She felt as well as heard the deep chuckle that emanated from this amazing man. “I’m not taking the risk that you might argue with me about which