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“Let me hear it again,” he said.

I went back to the track and played it again. I started moving my hips in a circular motion, my eyes closed, one hand in the air and an arm around my waist. I got lost in the music. When I opened my eyes, Jackson was watching, studying me. I grabbed his hand and encouraged him to dance with me. He moved a little.

He grabbed my waist with both hands. Much like he had the night of our almost-kiss. His body pressed against mine and we danced to the Caribbean beat. With a quick twirl, my back relaxed against him. His arms wrapped tightly around me from behind and I rested my head against his chest. Still moving. Still swaying. My hormones began to rage, and I couldn’t think of one place I’d rather be than right there. He planted sweet kisses along the back of my neck, and when I turned to face him, he planted those same kisses on my forehead and nose. Soon, his lips found mine, and this time without interruption. His kiss was gentle, and his tongue found its way between my lips and danced with my tongue. I savored the taste of him.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered.