The music started and the happy couple proceeded to the dance floor for the first dance. Soon the bridal party joined them, and everyone watched as the couples swirled around the floor to the rhythm of the music.
“Danielle, would you like to dance?”
Goose bumps quivered along her neck as Trey stood up and held out his hand to her.
She nodded and stood up. He led her to the glossy wooden dance floor. When his arms slid around her, ripples of warmth wafted through her. Light glinted off his diamond earring as he smiled at her, and she longed to run her fingers through his tousled, sandy-colored hair. As they moved to the music, the heat of his hand on her lower back and his other hand enveloping hers, guiding her with such masterful expertise, sent her senses swirling.
He was a wonderful dancer. Smooth. With a stylish flair. She felt light and sure of herself under his capable lead.
The song ended and the music changed to a strong, vibrant beat.
“Do you know how to tango?” He did not release her.
“No, not really.”
His right hand slid around her to rest under her shoulder blade, drawing her body close to his, and he extended his left arm outward to just above her shoulder. Her breasts pressed tight against him and she could feel his incredible heat as the music surged through them.
For a moment, he simply held her in this intimate stance, their bodies tall and straight, yet intensely, sensually close.
“This is Argentine tango,” he murmured in her ear, “so you’ll step forward with your left foot, take one step to the right, then move back four steps. Okay?”
She nodded.
“On the third step back, you’ll cross your left foot in front of your right. After your last step back, you’ll step left, then feet together.”
She shook her head. “I . . . don’t quite get it.”
He smiled, pressing his arm more snugly around her. “You will.”
At his first step, drawing her forward with his hand on her back, she could tell she was in good hands. He stepped to the side, then pressed her backward. One step. Two.
“Now cross, then back.”
Instead of moving her left foot back, she crossed it in front of her right foot, as he instructed, then moved her right foot back. Then he glided her left and forward, where her feet magically wound up together, just as he’d said.
“That’s the basic step. We’ll do that a few times, to get used to it.”
He led her around the floor, reminding her of the crossover, until it became second nature and they moved in a fluid motion.
Soon she forgot about her feet, overwhelmed by the heat of his body and the sensual beat pulsing through her.
“You’ve definitely got it. Now let’s try something new.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
But suddenly he spun her around several times, then she found her back pressed against his front, his arm under her breasts. Her body flowed with his, her feet obeying as they moved across the floor. As the music slowed, his hand glided to her neck. His fingers curled around her jaw, and he turned her to face him again. Their gazes locked. His arm firmly around her waist, he dipped her backward, his lips moving closer to hers until they were a whisper’s breath away. They froze for a breathless second . . . then he drew her up and into his arms. The beat accelerated. With their flurry of movement around the dance floor and the heat of their bodies mingling, she found it hard to catch her breath. As the music slowed again, he spun her away to one side, then the other, then drew her back, into a deep dip. Their gazes locked in a sizzling exchange as he drew her up again. His hand cupped her head and he drew her face closer to his. Closer. She longed for his lips to capture hers. For his tongue to plunder her mouth in a searing invasion.
The music ended. She sucked in a breath.
So close.
He relaxed his hold and eased away.
“Thank you. That was . . . wonderful.” She’d felt vibrant and sexy on the dance floor. Because of Trey.
He smiled. “Any time.”
“May I cut in?” Jake stepped beside Trey.