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long.
    Blood rushed to his cock like a flood, and he gritted his teeth. A man would have
     to be careful with a woman like that beneath him. He definitely liked sex physical
     and a little rough. Breaking her would be too easy.
    He shoved the thought aside, reminding himself that he wasn’t here to get Bailey into
     bed, but to save her. Because if this asshole Joaquin chased managed to abduct and
     torture her, he would be far more than a little rough.
    A protective surge punched Joaquin in the gut.
    “Aww, come on,” she crooned into the phone, pursing a full pair of lips that he could
     imagine plump and rosy and wrapped around him as she sucked him deep. “It’ll be great.
     You’re gorgeous, Blane. We do hot and sweaty really well together. You know it.”
    Well, hell. She was talking to her boyfriend about sex. Joaquin didn’t poach, and
     getting excited about some girl into another guy wasn’t his speed. The fact that he
     currently spied on her through her armoire doors made him feel like a pervy letch.
     He shook his head.
    She giggled. Her blue eyes sparkled. Fuck, she really was gorgeous. Then again, he
     shouldn’t be surprised. She was young, blue-eyed, and nubile. And despite her conversation,
     she had a startling air of innocence.
    “All right. I’ll wait until tomorrow night. You’re terrible to string a girl along
     and leave her panting, you know?”
    The douche on the other end had turned down sex with her? Scratch that. That guy wasn’t
     a douche, but a complete fidiot.
    Bailey laughed, then hung up. She finished putting away her groceries, then stashed
     her purse on the kitchen counter and made her way to the open space of her dance studio.
     As she bent to retrieve a pair of toe shoes scattered on the floor, Joaquin got his
     first look at her form south of her shoulders.
    Holy fuck, what a pretty thing. She wore some sort of gray spandex dance garment that
     covered her from shoulders to ankles yet revealed every dip and slight swell of her
     body. Along with the delicate shoulders, she had pert breasts that curved her leotard
     gracefully. Her narrow rib cage funneled down to an even smaller waist. The slight
     flare of her hips was just enough to be feminine. Firm thighs, muscled calves, and
     tiny feet that looked even smaller in those torture chamber shoes.
    The woman weighed about a hundred pounds. She wasn’t tall. God, had he ever even kissed
     a girl that fragile? No. But her lips looked like the least delicate part of her,
     pink and puffed. Soft. Sex ready.
    Shit, the thought made him even harder.
    As soon as Bailey finished lacing up her shoes, she ran back and grabbed her phone,
     then flipped through her playlists and chose a song. She set the phone down and struck
     a pose. Classical music filled the room, and she danced like a butterfly, flitting,
     floating. She looked so light. The woman came damn close to defying gravity. How could
     anyone stay in the air that long with her legs in the splits? How could anyone turn
     on the tips of her toes seven or eight times like that without losing her balance,
     getting dizzy, or throwing up?
    Through the thin, stretchy fabric, Joaquin witnessed every bunch of her thighs as
     she leapt, every ripple of her shoulders as she waved her arms in graceful expression.
     And her face . . . He had no doubt that she was never happier than when she was moving
     with the music to express the beauty of the dance and song together. Simply stunning.
    He wasn’t a dance sort of guy, but watching her made him fucking ache to touch her.
    Time seemed without meaning, almost endless. When she pirouetted out of his vision,
     it frustrated him . . . but then she came back, and the sight of her was like something
     that soothed the savage beast inside him. The control she had over her body astounded
     him. Bailey lifted her leg, cradling her foot in her hand and hoisting it above her
     head, turning as she did, head flung back, eyes closed, as