“Relax. Feel how I move, querida, and your body will tell you the rest.”
She could feel him, all right. His chest. His thighs. And could that possibly be his—his—?
“It’s all right,” Lucas murmured, his mouth at her ear. “Just let go and feel the rhythm.”
He turned them in a slow circle. She had to twist her head to see if Jake was…Yes. He was. Still watching. Still stone-faced.
Why? He should have been delighted Lucas had invited them here tonight, that he seemed to have taken an interest in her.
The sooner Jake got her out of his life, the better. He’d made that absolutely clear.
Maybe he was in a bad mood because he’d quarreled with the woman he’d taken to dinner. Otherwise why would he have come home so early?
She didn’t like thinking about that. About Jake with a woman. Not that she’d been foolish enough to think there weren’t women in his life, but, really, couldn’t he put them aside until he was no longer involved with her?
Not that he was exactly involved with her.
Not that he wanted to be involved with her.
He probably had all the sex he could handle with the woman he’d taken out tonight.
“Querida,” Lucas whispered, “relax.”
What a mistake she’d made, asking Jake to be her teacher. He’d reacted as if she’d asked him to teach her about dental hygiene. Had her response to him that night been so awful? He’d seemed to like what they were doing…
Oh, Lord.
Maybe she’d overreacted. Was that it? Had she been too…? What was the word? Responsive? Receptive? How was a woman supposed to behave, when a man—?
“Querida? Are you having fun?”
Lucas’s breath stirred her hair. Cat drew back in his arms and smiled brightly.
“Oh, I’m having a wonderful time!”
“I have the feeling Jake’s been keeping you locked up.”
“You’re right.”
“Well, he can’t do it anymore.” Lucas smiled. “Not now that I have the key.”
The music changed again, this time to something even slower and softer. Lucas locked his hands at the base of her spine as they turned in a little circle. The room was starting to circle, too.
Cat closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Lucas’s shoulder.
“Oooh,” she said breathlessly, “I’m dizzy.”
“You’re probably thirsty from all this dancing,” he said, his voice a little husky. He drew back, kept one arm tightly around her as he led her toward the bar. “Another caipirinha is what you need.”
“What she needs is a pot of coffee and some aspirin.”
Cat looked up. Jake was standing in front of them, his face dark as a thundercloud. It was so typical. The only thing he wanted to do was keep her from being happy.
“I don’t want coffee and aspirin,” she said defiantly. “I want another caipa—caipa—”
“No, you don’t. We’re going home.”
Home? So he could go to his room while she went to hers? So she could sit in the dark and wonder what he’d done with that woman tonight that he wouldn’t do with her?