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Jake lifted his beer to her, then each took a slip of their drinks. The music changed from rock to a soft ballad. Setting his beer down, Jake was on his feet and at her table before he even thought about it.
    Beth was focused on what Theresa was saying when Carla nudged her in the side. Turning, she gazed up into the most beautiful deep green eyes she’d ever seen.
    “Shall we?” asked the hunk, holding his hand out to Beth.
    “I’d love to.” With a smile, she placed her hand in his.
    A shiver tingled up her spine when his fingers curled around hers. Helping her from the chair, he led her over to the tiny wooden dance floor. Warmth and strength enveloped her when he pulled her into his arms. Every nerve in her body went on full alert. Trying to calm her racing heart, she inhaled, taking in his masculine scent. Spice and leather and…all male.
    The song had started and they began dancing. He was easy to follow and it was a slow ballad, but all she wanted to do was melt against his body and let him lead her where ever he wanted.
    What was it about him? He had a smooth tone of voice, a bit husky but not rough. And his touch was soft, tender, not grabby like some men could get. Her fingers rested against his shoulders as they danced to the music.
    His midnight hair begged to be caressed and she wondered if it was as soft as it looked. Then his hips brushed up against hers and heat flooded her body. She leaned more toward him wanting to feel his hardness against her.
    This wasn’t like her. Not at all. She was never this bold, this adventurous. She’d like to blame it on the drinks she had, but wine didn’t affect her. With a soft sigh, she relaxed even more into his embrace.
    What was wrong with her wanting one night for herself? One night to feel like a woman in the arms of an incredible man? One night to be totally selfish?
    There was nothing wrong with it, and if this man cooperated they could have a very passionate night together. Beth tilted her head back. He grinned and the impact went clear to her toes. This time her sigh was bigger.
    “That was an awfully deep sigh,” he whispered, his breath caressing her face.
    “I can’t remember the last time I danced like this.” It was the truth, but not what she’d planned on saying.
    “Then I’m one lucky man.”
    “Are you feeling lucky?” She couldn’t resist, he’d opened the door.
    “What man wouldn’t feel lucky dancing with the sexiest woman in the place?”
    Her lips tilted upward. “Flirt,” she whispered. “I’m Beth Grant.”
    A laugh escaped his mouth. “I guess we should introduce ourselves.” He put a little space between their hips as the song ended. “Nice to meet you Beth, Jake Masters.” He gave a little bow, then guided her back into his arms as the music started once again.
    What an old-fashioned thing to do, bowing to her. His actions made her feel special. There was a gentleman lurking behind the carefree persona he presented. She glanced over at her friends, they waved. They were good friends, a little pushy maybe, but still good friends.
    “I’d like to keep dancing with you, but I’ll understand if you need to re-join your friends after this song finishes,” he said.
    “No.” She winced at the sharpness of her voice. “What I mean is…” Darn it, she didn’t know what she meant. Yes, she did. It was difficult being bold.
    “It’s all right.” He tightened his hold on her, drawing her closer to his body, as another couple jostled them. “Let’s enjoy the moment.”
    Her arms slid around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, their hips brushing lightly as they swayed from side to side. Her pussy tightened with need. If she enjoyed this anymore, she’d be a puddle at his feet.
    Sensations cascaded through her body and heat pooled between her legs. All she could think of was satin sheets, sultry jazz and hot sex. For goodness sake, was that all she could think about was sex?
    Yep. Her eyes closed when