Vegas Virgin (Nevada Bad Boys 1)

The tough man who looked like he could punch a hole straight through the log cabin wall suddenly broke out some dance moves that looked like they were out of a movie. It was sensual and sweet, with his hips moving like they were guided by magic when he pushed up against me.

I was raised on hip hop, which didn’t have a lot of great technique to the moves, so I couldn’t keep up very well, but he guided me through the steps. I felt like a ballroom dancer, and when he spun me around to pull me close, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

This is...this is bad. Oh God, he’s an amazing dancer.

I couldn’t help but be impressed. The song ended and the station went to commercials, which ended our attempt at creating our own version of Dirty Dancing. I left his embrace and picked up my drink, lifting it to my lips for another generous gulp of the whiskey. Shane picked up his drink and took a seat on the stool he was previously occupying.

“So you like to dance?” I sat down beside him again, lifting my glass to my lips.

“I enjoy a few nice things.” He looked over at me. “When I have the right partner.”

Wow.

That sent a tingle through my body.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I ran my finger down his arm and took his glass in my hand. “You need a refill.”

“I need something .” His eyes reflected a hint of desire and I knew it was the same thing I was feeling.

I refilled our drinks and walked back over to him. He let his finger graze my hand when he took the glass, holding it for a moment before he finally lifted the whiskey to his lips. His eyes were locked on me and they were more intoxicating than the whiskey. He finally broke the gaze and slid off the stool.

“My family used to own all of the land on the mountain. Everything west of Wolf Creek used to belong to someone with the last name Black.” He looked out the window at the snow.

Well that is one way to change the direction of the conversation when it is getting good.

“What happened?” I walked over and stood beside him.

“Divorces, mostly.” He chuckled. “My great-grandfather loved women and they loved to get a piece of his land when he was done with them.”

“Too bad they didn’t have prenuptial agreements back then.” I shrugged as I sipped my whiskey.

“Yeah, needless to say the women didn’t care much about keeping the land in the family. They sold it off when the offers were right and tourism took over.” He took another drink. “His divorces probably saved Wolf Creek, because if it wasn’t for the tourists, everything would be shut down.”

“But you got your spot?” I pointed around the room.

“I own a lot of land up here; land that I’ll never see.” He shrugged. “I have a good barrier between myself and the tourists.”

“Let’s dance again.” The music started back up with a song that I liked and I took his hand.

“I don’t really know this one.” He watched as I started to move around the floor.

“It’s a club song.” I moved back to him and gave my imitation of a twerk.

“Do I just stand here and watch?” He tilted his head and stared at my butt as I tried to shake it.

“Sorry, you probably have no idea about this stuff.” I moved closer and slide my butt against his leg.

“I definitely do not.” He laughed. “I like it though. I should learn. I’m not sure I can shake my ass like that though.”

He reached down and put his hands on my hips, grinding against my body as I slowed down my movements. I really had no idea how to actually dance like the girls at the club, but I had watched enough music videos to get a terrible imitation of their shake down. The song ended and I started walking back towards my drink.

“Running away so soon?” He took a step forward and reached for my hand.

“Well I can’t run very far.” I turned back towards him. “We’re in a wooden box.”

“Yeah.” He pulled me close and wrapped an arm around my back. “You’re pretty much my prisoner.”

“Is that so?” I looked into his eyes and grinned as he held me close.