5/28/2023 0 Comments Full tilt book emma scott![]() ![]() My arms wound around his neck, my fingers burrowed into his damp hair. One arm slid around my waist, the other came up the middle of my back, holding me close. His hips ground a slow circle against mine, his thigh inching between my legs. The light brown of his eyes fiery, like a shot of whiskey backlit by a white-hot flame. ![]() His mouth shaped the words, “I lied,” but no sound reached me over the music. “You told me at the wedding you didn’t dance,” I said, every part of my body conscious of touching every part of his. Our faces so close, I could smell the sweet heat of his food, the bitterness of beer, the salt of his sweat. I’d never stood this close to Theo before. Theo slung my arms around his neck, then put his hands on my hips, and began to move. Some, driven by the sultry tones of the song and the singer’s smoky voice, were grinding their hips together, thighs intertwined. ![]() Theo took my hand in his and led me to the small dance floor, where a dozen other couples were swaying to the music. It wasn’t a request, and my traitorous body was already rising to its feet before I could think. It dialed into my already aching body, filling me with a need to be touched.Ī shadow fell over me, and I looked up to see Theo standing, his hand outstretched. But the damn music was bluesy, sexy… A slow burn of want and longing. I concentrated on the music, pretending to listen and resolutely not looking at Theo. Amazon Universal: myBook.to/EmmaScottAllIn ![]()
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