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Looking up into his intense green eyes as they practically glared down at me, I said, “Let me go. I have to get back with this wine.”
“No. Not until you dance with me.”
“I don’t want to dance with you. Let me go,” I said, looking away from him as my emotions swirled around inside me in a mix of desire, anger, and hurt.
“Yes, you do,” he said defiantly as he roughly moved my head so I had to face him.
“Stop this! I don’t want to dance with you. Go find Janelle. She obviously wants to dance with you and a whole lot more.”
Ryder pressed his hand harder into my lower back so the bottle pushed against our bodies. Reaching down, he took it out of my hold and placed it on a nearby table. Now nothing stood between us.
I pressed my palms against his chest, but it was no use. He was too strong and so much bigger than me.
His fingers slid over my shoulder as his other hand held me to him and he said, “You come to my room every night. You lay in my bed with me every night and fall asleep with your head on my shoulder. Don’t tell me you don’t want to dance with me, Serena.”
Hurt coursed through me. Why did he say those things like my visits to him every night were an imposition?
“Fine. I won’t come to see you anymore. Maybe Janelle can come down to see you every night. She won’t ask as many questions about things you don’t want to talk about, so you’ll probably like it better.”
His fingers slipped under the strap of my dress, and then he slowly let them drift down to just above my breast, all the while never breaking his gaze focused on my eyes. His touch thrilled me, and beneath the silk my nipples hardened to excited peaks that pressed against the fabric and showed him his effect on me.
As my body betrayed the reality of how I felt, it became harder to lie to him. I did want to dance with him, and just watching him with Janelle had made me more jealous than I’d ever been before in my life.
“I don’t want Janelle to come see me. I want you to. You didn’t come for the past two nights and I missed you.”
His voice, low and seductive, hit me deep inside. “I figured I’d leave you alone for a few nights so you wouldn’t get tired of hanging out.”
“I get tired of a lot of things, but never being with you.”
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