Fated Hearts (Southern Bride 8)

I pulled him toward the dance floor. “Dance with me.”

With a slight shake of his head, he glanced toward the entrance and then back to me. “What about Roby?”

“It doesn’t matter to me if he’s there or not. I don’t want to see him.”

Roger looked confused. “Why not?”

I swallowed hard and decided to follow Mary’s advice. “I’d rather spend the night with you.”

He pulled his head back in surprise, and I felt my stomach drop in horror. It didn’t even occur to me that maybe Roger wanted me to meet up with Roby so he could…

“I mean, unless you’d rather be free to um…um…”

He tugged at my hand and pulled me up against him. “No, I’d rather dance with you—and only you.”

A heated pool of desire built in my lower stomach, and I couldn’t help the smile that grew on my face.

The song ended; “Coño” by Jason Derulo started. My goodness, the heavens were on my side tonight. Roger must have thought so, as well, because his sexy grin with those full dimples appeared, and he backed me toward the dance floor. My heartbeat matched the rhythm of the song as Roger pulled my body against his and proceeded to move in ways I would have never imagined. He moved his hips like we were in the middle of one of those hot salsa dances.

Good God, can this man dance.

It wasn’t long before I relaxed and matched his movements with my own. When his hands traveled up my sides, then my arms, then back down in a slow, sensual way, I followed his lead. For someone so big and built, he moved fluidly.

I turned and pressed my ass against him and nearly lost my ability to think when I felt how hard he was. Roger placed his hands on my hips and moved us in ways that should honestly be illegal to do in public.

If we kept this up, I’d be dragging him back down to our room.

Roger turned to me and drew my body up against his as the song changed again. “My Oh My” started. He gave me a crooked smile that said his thoughts were as wicked as mine, and my knees nearly buckled out from under me. That smile said so many things, and I found myself returning one of my own. Or at least, I sure hoped mine came across as sexy.

He placed his hand behind my neck, threaded his fingers into my hair, and then pulled, causing my head to fall back. I gasped at the shock of the slight pain and pleasure mixed together that came over me.

My chest lifted and fell, and it had nothing to do with dancing.

God, kiss me already!

Apparently, the man could read minds as well. Roger pulled me closer and lowered his mouth to mine.

His tongue swept over my lips, prompting me to open to him. The moment I did, and his tongue met mine, I moaned in glorious delight. A growling sound from deep in Roger’s throat made me stretch up to deepen the kiss, while his other hand pressed against my lower back, drawing my body to his. He obviously needed us closer in the same way I did. If I could have, I would have crawled into his body and explored it all night long.

Roger tore his mouth away, and we both opened our eyes and locked gazes. He was breathing just as hard as I was.

His eyes searched my face as if making sure he was reading all the signs right.

Hell to the yes, he is. What was it Mary had said? You only live once?

Drawing in a breath, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew those soft, luscious lips back to mine in another mind-blowing, heated kiss. In my entire thirty-one years, no one had kissed me as senseless as Roger Carter was doing.

That should have been my first warning sign.

Roger

WHEN ANNALISE PULLED me back down to kiss her, I had to fight the urge to push her into a dark corner and explore more of her body. Yes, I wanted to sink deep inside of her, but what I wanted to do most of all was strip her dress off and kiss every fucking inch of her soft skin. She was perfect in every way, and God, did I want to learn more. Never mind the fact that she smelled like a springtime garden. Roses and something else had been hitting me all night, nearly driving me mad.

“Roger,” she murmured against my mouth as I pulled us off the dance floor and over to a nearby wall. I pressed her body to the hard surface and captured her lips once more. Her hands moved up my chest, and we both moaned at the added contact between our bodies.

Dragging her mouth from mine, Annalise gasped for air while I placed kisses down her neck.