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Her gaze drifted to his mouth, and she leaned forward. “Don’t do it, sweetheart,” he said huskily, interpreting her thoughts. “I’m barely hanging on here.” He kissed the back of her hand and stood. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us something to drink. What would you like?” “Ginger ale, please.” Terrence went to the bar and seriously contemplated getting a shot of something strong. How in the world was he going to make it through the next few hours? From the moment he’d spotted her, the only thing on his mind had been making love to her. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her—ever. “Man, Janae is looking really good.” Donovan clapped him on the back. “You’re going to have a lot of competition tonight.” The look Terrence gave him would have made another person back down, but Donovan merely laughed. “Did you need something?” he asked testily. “Nah. It’s good to know that heart of yours isn’t made of the stone you thought it was.” “My heart has nothing to do with this.” He accepted their drinks from the bartender and stormed off. “You are so in love with that girl, you can’t see straight,” Donovan called after him. So maybe that was the truth. But he was determined to keep those feelings on lockdown. The lights went down, and the MC stepped onto the stage as he took his seat. “Thanks.” Janae took a sip from the glass he handed her. He sat back and observed Janae. She swayed to the beat and watched people dance. They laughed at one particular woman who seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, dancing all around the room. After two songs, Erica went onstage to make some announcements and do some giveaways. The music started up as soon as she exited. “They’re really good,” Janae told Terrence. “I agree. Dance with me?” He stood and extended his hand. She took his hand and followed him out onto the floor. Initially, he heard whispering and saw fingers pointed at “Monte.” He knew this would give people plenty to talk about. Finally, everyone went back to dancing. “You dance pretty well, for a guy over thirty,” she teased. He laughed and winked. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.” He wanted to tell her she danced pretty well, too. The sensual way she moved to the music threatened his sanity. Finally the music changed to a slow, jazzy ballad. Pulling her in his arms, he continued dancing, making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. A minute into the song, he realized being this close to her wasn’t such a great idea, either. He suffered through each agonizing second feeling her soft body pressed against his. Beads of perspiration popped out on his forehead. When the song was over, he led her back to the table. After what seemed like hours, the last stragglers were ushered out, leaving the staff to clean up. “What do you need me to help with?” Janae asked. “What are you talking about?” “The cleanup. What can I do to help?” He regarded her intently. “We’re not helping with the cleanup. Give me a minute to speak to some folks.” “Take your time.” She gathered up the gift basket she’d won containing a CD, T-shirt, tickets and backstage passes to Kaleidoscope’s L.A. summer concert. “Ready?” he asked when he returned. “Yes. Are you sure you don’t need to stay down here? If you do, I don’t mind. I know this is part of your job.” “The only person I need to attend to right now is you.” After saying their goodbyes, he escorted her back to their suite. He moved aside to let her enter first. He’d waited all night to have her to himself, and he planned to savor every moment. Chapter 15 Janae set her basket on an end table, went into the master bedroom and tossed her purse onto the padded bench. Terrence came up behind her and placed a soft kiss on her bare shoulder. She inhaled sharply. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmured as his hands continued their journey over the exposed flesh of her shoulders, back and arms. Lowering his head, he traced a path with his tongue along her neck and upper back. “The only thing I’ve wanted to do all night was touch and kiss every part of your soft, smooth, caramel skin. I’m going to start at the top of your head and work my way down to the tender, inviting curves of your oh-so-lovely backside...down to the adventurous slopes of your legs...up to your sweet, sugar-filled...” Gasping, Janae spun in his arms, pulled his head down and covered his mouth with hers to halt his erotic confession. His words were so hot, she almost melted on the spot—although the wicked things his mouth was doing to hers produced the same results. Only his strong grip kept her from sliding to the floor.
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