“Holly,” Paul greeted her, lifting his gaze back to her eyes. “So it’s almost over.” He motioned to where some of the guests gathered their things and started to leave.

She lowered her eyelids halfway, but never avoided his gaze. “It doesn’t have to be.”

Paul’s chest suddenly lifted as if he were pulling in a deep breath. “No, it doesn’t have to.” He set down the glass the bartender had handed him and reached for her hand instead. “I don’t believe we’ve danced yet.”

When he drew her into his arms and maneuvered her toward the dance floor, Holly’s heart began to beat excitedly. His touch was electrifying! With one hand he clasped hers, with the other he pressed against the small of her back to pull her toward his body. She could feel the heat radiate from him despite the evening breeze coming from the ocean.

As he led her into the first turn of a slow foxtrot, she searched for something to say to cover her nervousness. This wasn’t like her. She wasn’t nervous and shy when it came to men. So why did she feel compelled to bridge the silence between them? “Sabrina said you saved her from the woman in the lingerie store.”

“That was nothing,” Paul claimed, smiling.

“It meant a lot to Sabrina. You were there for her when she needed somebody. She’s my best friend. You were nice to her. That means I’ll be nice to you.” Her pulse raced as she said words she knew he could only interpret one way.

Paul dipped his head to her ear. His hot breath sent a shiver racing down her body. “How nice?”

“Very nice for as long as you want to, anywhere you want to.” Her breath hitched at her own daring words. She’d just lost her mind and offered a man she barely knew a night without limits.

“Then what are we still doing on the dance floor?” he answered and slid his hand onto her backside, pressing his groin against her. Already, she could feel a hard muscle there, one that would only grow harder and larger as the night progressed, she hoped.

Feeling his arousal gave her newfound confidence. “Shouldn’t we at least finish this one dance so people don’t stare at us, when we’re rushing out of here?”

“Holly, Holly,” he murmured and pressed a hot kiss below her ear. “We can finish this dance if you insist, but I’ll guarantee you that if we do that, people will start staring at us. Your choice.”

When she felt his pelvis rub against her again, she knew there was really no choice.

“I’ve never cared much for dancing anyway.”

“Wise choice,” he answered and released her from his embrace only to take her hand and lead her to the exit of the tent.

She didn’t care where he took her as long as something soft would cushion her back and something hard would thrust inside her.

THE END