The dance floor was crowded, and everyone was singing along. I was so caught up in the music I didn’t notice Jackson.
“Your moves . . .” He began to sing in my ear.The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.
He pressed his chest against my back and wrapped one arm around my stomach, bringing me closer.
Then we started swaying to his rhythm.
The firm touches of his hands and the closeness of our bodies were electric. I wanted to turn around to face him, but he held me firm, continuing to sing in my ear. When he spun me around, our chests slammed into one another. “You’re a great dancer,” he shouted, moving behind me.
“I love this song.”
“I could tell. The way your body was moving . . . it called to me.”
“You were admiring my dancing?” I laughed.
“Very much,” he said through my hair. “Though, I preferred the view.” He twirled me around, our faces inches apart.
“Be careful. We’re not alone,” I teased.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against my ear. “We can be.”
Z.N. Willett is the girl who has seen more than she has ever wanted; yet decided to add to that world by writing Hollywood romances. A northern girl, but a southerner at heart, loving anything and everything about love and romance. So much that once upon a time she had a career as a wedding and events coordinator. When Z.N. decided to do something she was passionate about, she added her love for travel to the mix. An avid shoeaholic, deep down she’s a sappy romantic who happens to believe that love can truly conquer all.