DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

He grasped my hips and spun me around, taking me by
surprise. He pulled me closer, our bodies clashing together.
His hand skimmed over my bare thighs, right where the
shorts ended, and he slowly lifted my left leg up, hooking
my thigh around his hip. Fire licked its way through my
veins, and I burned hotter.
Maddox dipped me low, and his warmth seeped through
my clothes all the way through to my bones.
“You look a little red, Garcia,” he rasped. “Am I too hot
for you?”
He pulled me back up, and my heart thudded in my
chest. I turned around and rolled my eyes, trying to look
indifferent to his stupid remarks and his close proximity.
Maddox chuckled low, his chest vibrating with the
sound, and I felt the vibration against my back. “You’re
rolling your eyes at me, I know. I can see your reflection in
the mirror, Lila.”
My eyes narrowed on him, and I swiveled around again,
swatting his chest. “Concentrate on the dance, Maddox.”
His arm snaked around my waist, and he pulled me hard
into his body. I stumbled into his chest. “I have you,” he
muttered softly, and his arm tightened around my waist.
Maddox fished out the white blindfold from his pocket,
and he covered my eyes, stealing away my ability to see. I
was supposed to be blindfolded for half of this dance,
making it trickier. It was all about trusting your dance
partner.
It forced me to feel every one of his moves, his steps,
our matching rhythm, our shuddering breaths and the heat
coming off him. My body was even more hyperaware of
Maddox’s closeness to me.
His warmth left me for a brief moment and our song, the
song we were supposed to be dancing to, filled the tiny
dance studio.
“Time of my Life.”