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

There was no way Maddox and I could compete with the
original dance and actors from the movie Dirty Dancing;
they were legends, but it was my favorite movie and song
and it was perfect for this dance.
Blindfolded, I waited for Maddox to return to me.
I could feel him somewhere around the room, watching
me. The heat of his gaze had my stomach clenching.
The longer he took, the more nervous I became. Tick,
tick, tick.
His body brushed against my back, and I sucked in a
breath. I squeezed my eyes shut behind my blindfold and
reminded myself to breathe. His hand drifted down, his
fingers whispering over my body. My ribs, my stomach, my
hips. Maddox touched me like I was a made of glass, fragile
to his exploration.
Maddox pulled me into him, and he started to move. I
followed his steps through our mixed tango and
contemporary dance.
He gripped my hips and twirled me left and right before
I fell back into his arms. My heart raced faster, and his
breathing was ragged. I imagined his hard face and eyes
that were so blue I drown in them. Beautiful.
Mine.
Oh, I wished.
I embraced the music and swayed with the flow,
matching Maddox’s rhythm and letting him lead me
through blindly. I was at his mercy.
After spinning me around and with my heart in my
throat, Maddox pulled me back into his body. With one
hand on my waist, he grabbed my thigh and slowly brought
my leg up to his hip. I hooked my ankle around his thigh,
right under his ass. I was breathing hard now, and I wished
I could see his face.
His breath brushed my nose. “Is this right? That’s the
correct move?” Maddox asked, his voice deep and gruff.