“Only if Becca comes too.”
I was shaking my head before she was done talking. “I’m good right here, thanks. Besides, this colorful concoction is not going to drink itself.” To prove my point, I picked up the blue and red drink, closed my mouth over the straw and sucked up a decent amount of the overly sweet alcohol.
Kasia gave me a look and in answer to the question burning in her eyes I nodded toward the dancefloor. “Go. I promise I’ll be perfectly fine.”
She looked like she wanted to argue, but thankfully thought better of it and allowed Jorge to pull her to her feet. My gaze stayed on them until they were swallowed up by the sea of bodies.
Once again, I was amazed at how everyone simply gave into the beat. It was as if they had no trouble or care. Nothing weighing them down.
“We should join them.”
My head snapped toward his smooth voice and for the second time tonight, the breath left my lungs in one big whoosh. With both hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks, Santiago Morales was peering down his nose at me.
He looked like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to strangle me or devour me.
“I don’t dance.”
“That’s only because you haven’t done it with the right person yet.” He held out a tattooed hand. “Santiago Morales.”
“I know.” I had no idea how I managed to sound so confident and dare I say, sexy. Our gazes held as I touched my palm to his. “Becca.”
One dark eyebrow slowly arched. “Just Becca?”
“Just Becca.”
He chuckled and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up straight. “All right, just Becca, where’s your friend?”
A little pang of jealousy slithered down my spine. Of course he’d be interested in Kasia. With her impossibly long legs, rich golden skin, and curly black hair, she looked like a runway model.
Jerking my head in the direction of the dancefloor, I muttered, “You’re too late; someone else has already snatched her up.”
I tried to pull my hand out of his, but his fingers tightened. His big body bent forward bringing his face close, too close, to mine. “Vine aqui por ti.” His breath, warm and minty, blew over my lips with each word he spoke.
It took the two brain cells I had left a little longer than normal to process what he’d said. When I did though, I grinned and delivered my reply in his mother tongue. “You came here for me?”
Slightly widening his eyes, he drew back and studied me for a long uncomfortable moment. My hand was still stuck inside his; it didn’t matter how hard I tried to pull free his grip was unyielding.
Still holding my gaze captive with his, one corner of his mouth hitched up. He cocked his head to the side then yanked on my arm and pulled me out of my seat. “Let’s dance.”
I dug my heels in. “I don’t want to.”
Santiago dropped my arm and prowled toward me like a lion ready to pounce. I took a step back and felt the edge of the table dig into my butt. Then he was right there; palms planted on the table, hands bracketing my hips.
Our faces mere inches apart.
“Sure you do.”
“I really don’t.” It came out breathless without a single ounce of conviction.
That predatory smile was back. The butterflies in my belly took flight. His fingers brushed up my arm, peppering my skin with a thin line of goosebumps. Then he robbed me of my senses when he leaned in close enough to deliver his whispered words next to my ear, “Dance with me, princesa.”
Chapter Four
Santiago
She was standing so still, if it hadn’t been for the hard swallow she tried to work down, I would’ve thought she hadn’t heard me. With my mouth still inches away from the shell of her ear, I sucked in a deep, audible breath.
A satisfied grin lifted my lips when her body shuddered, and a small trail of bumps popped up on her skin. Inching my face forward a bit, I brushed my lips over the vein in her neck in a whisper of a touch.
Stepping back, I held my hand out to her—palm facing up—and waited.
Becca’s eyes bounced from my outstretched hand to my face to the dancefloor before settling on my hand again. Her teeth flashed bright as she dug the sharp edges into her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth.
For a moment, the brain below my belt forgot who we were dealing with and twitched against my slacks. There were other—harder—things for her to suck on like that. My gaze snapped to the slick ponytail draped over her shoulder. I imagined winding the pink strands around my fist as I drove my—
“Okay.”
¡Chingada madre! I was so busy imagining having her mouth on me, I almost didn’t hear her soft surrender. There was no way I was going to give her a second to change her mind. My fingers had barely banded around her wrist when I pivoted and dragged her to the dancefloor with me.
Once there though, she turned into a deer caught in headlights. Not moving an inch, her gaze kept bouncing around like she couldn’t decide where to look. Gripping her shoulders hard, I spun her around and pressed her back against my front. I lowered my mouth to her ear and murmured, “Don’t think, just feel the music.”
With one hand splayed over her stomach, I moved the other to the curve of her hip. “Close your eyes,” I murmured. She cocked her head and our gazes met over her shoulder. “Close them.”
There was an unmistakable streak of defiance burning bright in her irises. I loved it. She had fight in her and breaking through all those defenses was going to be so damn sweet.
Her mouth opened but whatever words she wanted to throw at
