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[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] dance again. She didn t even know the names of any dance clubs, and didn t keep up with popular music beyond the very occasional ballad that caught her ear so she had no idea where they might end up. In the end, she was amazed at where he d taken her. It was a takeoff on the Starlight Ballroom. No screaming patrons, no throbbing, thumping music, just the gentle strains of romantic love songs from the thirties, forties and fifties, and a completely packed dance floor. The Ballroom was decorated in shades of blue, with comfortable but smallish café style tables around the perimeter and long, azure blue floor to ceiling silk drapes at the windows. The ceiling was a deep blue velvet, onto which the constellations were projected, and the rest of the lighting of the room was soft and subtle. The live dance orchestra was set off to one side, so as not to disturb the dancers for whom they played. They claimed a table, but barely, before Burke held his hand out to her. I hope you don t mind coming here instead of one of the hipper joints in town. My Mom made me take ballroom dancing lessons as a kid, and, although it pains my masculinity to admit it, I loved it, and I never get a chance to do it. His tiny confession made her smile up at him and put her hand in his. Well, please remember that my Mom trod all over my Dad s feet every time they danced, and I have very little experience dancing like this. The gaze he turned on her when he answered her smoldered as much as the one he d given her in the car. Then let me teach you, he nearly growled. And he turned out to be as wonderful a teacher as he was at everything else he touched. His arms around her were at just the right tightness to guide her, his instructions were soft but firm. Don t look down at your feet, sweetheart, look up at me, he whispered to her at least a thousand times, though it really didn t take her that long to catch on, and she far outstripped him with embarrassed I m sorries for all the times she crunched his feet beneath hers. He pulled her tight against him and spoke softly right into her ear. Don t worry about it. My feet are twice the size of yours, and besides, I m happy just to have you in my arms. You can stomp on me all you like if you ll just settle here for a while and let me guide you around the floor. And she did. It had been such a long time since she d been held by a man that she was reveling in it, too. How wonderful his strong, hard body felt against hers, bulging unrelentingly in all the right areas against her softer, more yielding spots. His hand splayed against her back, keeping her tight against him but not obscenely so, her other hand in his as they swirled around the dance floor. It made her wish she had worn a dress with a full, swishy skirt that would swing around her as they moved. As she got a little better at it nominally so, unfortunately for his poor feet she was able to keep her eyes more on his, and also look around a little. Lana was surprised to see that the population was not just older folks who remembered the music that was playing when it had first come out, but there was a fair amount of couples of their own age, as well as some even younger. It seemed everyone wanted a chance to dance romantically like this. He hadn t been kidding about loving to dance like this, either. Although they sat some of them out, they swayed to nearly every song, until Lana begged him to let her sit it out. Her feet were killing her. Burke refreshed their drinks - another bottle of champagne - then came back, set the drinks down and pulled her feet onto his lap beneath the tablecloth. What are you doing? Lana had been leaning back trying to catch her breath. Even though they hadn t been moving particularly fast, it was tiring, but exhilarating. She hadn t felt this good in a very, very long time. And now he was rubbing her feet - the surest way to her heart, and he wasn t letting her snatch them away, either. Burke caught her eye and gave her that familiar look, saying firmly but in the softest voice imaginable, Leave your feet where I put them, Lana, unless you want another spanking. Frowning back at him, she bit her lip, but immediately stopped trying to retrieve her feet. She was learning by experience that this man was all cattle and no hat. And besides, what he was doing felt sinfully good. My God, I ll pay you to keep doing that, she sighed. Burke snorted softly and couldn t resist slipping in, Marry me and I ll do it for your any time you ask. Mmmmmm. This is definitely sweetening the pot. He paused for a second, chuckling. So you d marry me not for my considerable fortune, or my incredibly sexy good looks - He was glad when she guffawed right where he d intended. that s attracting you it s my hands on your feet. Well, it certainly isn t your hands on my butt, I can tell you that! she replied vehemently. He was entirely unrepentant. Yeah, well, that s one thing you can be sure of around me, if you need it, you re gonna get a spanking. No doubt about it. She glared at him. That s not a selling point, you know. It should be. Yeah, right. Suddenly, Burke cocked his head at as the band started to play a lovely, slow melody. He stood and put his hand out to her again. Are your feet up to one last dance? They were, thanks largely to his incredible massage, and partly to the champagne, which was just barely taking the edge off things. That last dance was the most romantic of the evening. When it ended, everyone else was clapping, but Burke had dipped his head to hers and captured her lips for a long, slow kiss. His kisses were perfect perfectly timed, the perfect pressure, and perfectly wonderful. Standing so close to him, wrapped up against him in his arms, she felt protected and cared for it was a feeling she remembered, but hadn t experienced for a while. And she knew she could very easily get used to it, and that worried her. When he drew his head away from her, his smile was mischievous, and she knew she would have to learn [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |