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all but sniggered at him.
    "You have this song? Well, now it all makes sense. The beautiful, vogue, clean apartment, my unmolested body...” He dismissed my jibe with what I had started to learn might be his trademark smirk. The dimple I secretly liked poked out and his eyes lit with mischief with his changed demeanour.
    “Dance with me?”
    “What?”
    "Dance with me?"
    “Here? To this? I...can’t...”
    He stood up and slowly walked towards me. I was transfixed in the middle of his kitchen from the most intense look in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact he stopped a metre from me and reached out his hand.
    "Dance. With. Me."
    My right hand extended out of its own accord to join his. The second our palms met, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and tugged me forward. On instinct, my free hand came up to stop me from face-planting into his rock-hard, very bare chest, my aching foot completely forgotten. His free hand went around my middle to sit firmly on my lower back. My heart rate accelerated and I started to breathe a little too fast. I swallowed hard and lifted my gaze to look at his still smirking face.
    “See, that wasn't so hard, aye?”
    I slowly withdrew my hand from his peck. “We aren’t actually dancing ...”
    His smile broadened as he leaned forward and dipped me low. I gasped, my hair touching the floor, breaking whatever daze I had been in. He brought me back up fast and hard against his chest. In the next instant, he spun me out and back in. My sluggish and confused brain evaporated as I smiled my first real smile at the show-off.
    “Is that a smile? Aye, I believe it is.” Before I could begin to protest he spun me out again.
    We proceeded to dance in the middle of his living room, him spinning me out and around when the mood suited him. He was surprisingly a really good dancer. With his long frame he moved flawlessly, and took me with him, step for step. The soft croon was in the background, and he whispered the lyrics softly in my ear.
    The happy carefree mood shifted as his smooth Scottish brogue made my heart rate accelerate further. He dramatically dipped me lower and slower when the song came to its finale. My leg came up slightly to balance against his side to stop my spine from snapping the further back I continued to bend. I heard his sharp intake of breath as the T-shirt began to pool around my breasts. Instantly letting go of my hand, he gripped my waist hard and pulled me in against the rough fabric of his sweats. The contact with my naked flesh elicited a small gasp from me and I shivered. I had somehow forgotten I was in nothing but his T-shirt, it seemed we both had.
    To my relief, my position against his sweatpants wouldn’t allow any lower view of me, but neither one of us moved an inch to rectify it. I become very aware that the only thing between us, was a thin layer of fabric, I could feel exactly how aroused he was becoming and my own increased tenfold. I desperately wanted the barrier gone and to roll my hips upward but I was completely at his mercy, still bent backwards, our hips still pressed firmly together.
    I couldn’t move an inch. His right hand slid up my waist and under the shirt along my side, inching the T-shirt higher still. My chest bowed slightly from the sensation his fingers were making on my skin and I could feel his eyes burning into me as one side of the shirt moved further up my stomach. His left hand was the only thing stopping it from completely riding up, but he slowly moved the hand down. His fingers barely brushed my arse as he continued around the back of my raised thigh and along the leg tightly pressed against his side.
    He stopped what he’d been doing when his right hand reached the side of my breast. His thumb stroked the tender flesh and he gradually lifted me up, bringing our torsos together. I watched as his other hand gently pushed my leg down and traced an invisible path along my bare thigh back up to my waist.
    I was a quivering