page_315 < previous page page_315 next page > Page 315 He smiled as he removed her other shoe. "And what's that?" he asked, sounding as innocent as a schoolboy. "The pleasure of seduction, I think." "That art comes to you naturally, I think." She smiled, feeling playfully wicked, wiggling her toes against his flesh. "Do you?" "Last night proves it." He laughed and came to his feet, pulling her back into his arms. "Let's try again." She followed him, tentative at first, until her own natural grace took command. When he sensed she was ready, he increased their pace, sweeping her around the room, leading her in a series of dizzying dips and turns, her hair flowing, her laughter trailing behind them, joining the violins. His movements were bold and sweeping, filled with the same powerful grace that seemed as much a part of him as his glittering golden eyes. His large hand held hers gently, long slender fingers wrapped warmly around hers. In his arms, she felt small and delicate, beautiful in a way she had never before felt. With each swirling movement his scent teased her; spices, bayberry, and a hint of something else, something that made her blood race, her heart pound to a quicker beat. The way he looked at her made her a Princess in his arms, special, as though she were the only woman who could hold his attention, the only woman who mattered. She leaned back in his arms, feasting on his face, loving every bold line and curve, her fingers curling against his bare shoulder. He held her closer, slowing their rhythm, until they were merely swaying to the music, his bare chest brushing her thinly clad breasts, his legs sliding against hers, silk against linen, man against woman, the friction  < previous page page_315 next page >