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with a wince, not liking to think about his sister and
anything to do with the word sex.
    The image of Gina and sex,
though? He shifted, trying to ease the sudden stress against his
zipper. Yeah, that image was something he was thinking a whole lot
about. Right this second, his mind was entertaining all sorts of
ideas of how her ass looked naked.
    “ So tell me,” he asked,
both truly curious, and because he was trying to keep from begging
to see her butt. “What makes two girls, who on the surface have
nothing in common other than a love of art, end up as tight as you
both are?”
    “ Maybe I’ve just been using
Sophia to get close to her gorgeous brother,” Gina joked, poking
one finger into his shoulder as she gave him a wicked
smile.
    “ Me?”
    “ Nah. Carlos. Have you seen
him on the dance floor? Wow, your brother has some solid
moves.”
    Rico laughed, impressed with how she’d
sidestepped the question and put him in his place, and still kept
things upbeat.
    He was attracted to her
like crazy. To her sense of humor and her body. To her intensity
and to her smile. To her, well, every damned thing, it
seemed.
    But...
    She was wrong for him.
    She wasn’t quiet.
    She’d never be biddable.
    She didn’t blend in and she was anything but
forgettable.
    Rather than staying in the
background of his life she’d always be a distraction.
    His rules of engagement
were clear. Don’t chase after a woman when he was interested in a
totally different outcome than she could provide. With that in
mind, he should get up, walk back into that reception and focus on
the job at hand. Finding his perfect wife.
    But...
    Rico’s gaze travelled over
Gina’s face, her eyes huge behind her glasses, her smile glinting
softly in the moonlight. His eyes followed the long, smooth line of
her throat, noticing how temptingly her rounded breasts held up
that dress. Her tiny waist was encased by a glittery belt, and the
skirt poofed around her like a pillow.
    A pillow he wanted to burrow under.
    No question about it. She was all wrong for
him.
    And, suddenly, he simply
didn’t care.
    “ Would you like to dance?”
he asked, standing and holding out one hand.
    “ Inside?” she asked,
splitting her startled glance between him and the house.
    “ Here.” He reached down and
pulled her to her feet.
    She stumbled, just a
little, making it easy for him to slide his hands around her waist
and pull her closer. His erection, already hard, stiffened like a
lead pipe when her soft breasts crushed against his chest. She felt
incredible.
    “ Now.”
    “ Do you know what you’re
doing?” she asked breathlessly.
    Rico gave her his most charming smile,
pleased to see her lashes flutter and feel her breath catch. He
shifted, catching her hand in his and lifting it to his mouth to
brush a kiss over her knuckles, then holding it against his
shoulder as he moved to the strains of Unchained Melody.
    “ Let’s find
out.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    Gina’s breath caught in her
throat as Rico pulled her tighter against the hard delight of his
body. Her skin tingled and a naughty sort of heat swirled low in
her belly. Intense. He was so intense.
    This was just a dance, she
reminded herself. Best man and bridesmaid. Almost an obligation.
Yeah, an obligation.
    As they started moving—so
deliciously slow and gentle—to the melody of her favorite song, she
told herself to keep that in mind.
    Because it’d be really pathetic to melt all
over a guy who thought of her as an obligation.
    Their bodies brushed
against each other. Hard against soft, creating a sensual friction
that made her want to moan aloud and beg for more. Every shift of
his thigh pressed against the dampening heat between her
legs.
    “ I like how you move,” Rico
said, his voice a little hoarse.
    Startled, Gina glanced up
to meet his eyes. There was nothing obligatory about the desire in
that intense gaze. Instead, he was looking at her like she’d looked
at that cake earlier. With