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would be to be held closer to him as they danced. To be held securely against his wide chest and wrapped up in the strength of his arms.
    Flames of heat burned low in her body and her heartbeat was way too erratic to be good for her health.
    He closed the distance between them and his lips brushed her temple.
    She drew back. ‘Stop that!’
    â€˜Your cousin’s watching,’ he reminded her.
    The quiet sound she made was pure frustration, but she smiled at him for Felix’s benefit as Logan drew her into his arms. Oh, dear Lord! A delicious involuntary shiver of responsiveness passed through her. Being held by him was every bit as heavenly as she’d imagined. More heavenly. His touch turned her brain to mush, overriding rational thought as information from her senses dominated her consciousness.
    As they began to dance, awareness of his strength and the contrast of her femininity brought a sense of unfamiliar, heady delight.
    â€˜Relax, Sophie.’
    His tenor-deep voice resonated and vibrated through to the very core of her and she found herself responding to his command. Surely she must be under a spell, for her natural reserve and the need to erect protective barriers deserted her. Excusing her compliance, telling herself she was putting on a show of intimacy for Felix’s sake, she rested her head against Logan’s shoulder. In all honesty, she was giving in to her own needs, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to be held against him like this.
    Drawing in ragged breaths, her nostrils flared, inhaling and savouring the subtle masculine cologne he wore. Something classically male, it was leather and woody with an overtone of…cinnamon? Whatever it was, worn by this man it was a total turn-on.
    â€˜You dance very well,’ he murmured near her ear.
    Are we dancing? Mm. We are.
    An itching sensation pricked at her hands, and she fought to keep the one resting on his shoulder where it was. All it wanted to do was run up the strong column of his neck, over the slightly roughened texture of the tanned skin on his jaw and weave through the thickness of his dark hair.
    Her body pressed closely against his and moved in time with the soft, romantic music. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. Tasting the subtle flavour of her lipstick, she wondered what he would taste like if she were bold enough to kiss him.
    With a mental jerk she pulled herself up from the fantasies that were totally foreign to her and stiffened in his arms before she raised her head away from his shoulder.
    â€˜Are you okay?’ he asked.
    â€˜Fine,’ she told him, but knew she was lying. Since when had she been consumed by thoughts that were so sexual? Only since she’d seen this man. What was going on with her, tonight? The man was a paid escort, for goodness sake!
    The only explanation for her reactions was that this man was nothing like the man she’d conjured up in her imagination. What had she expected of her date for the evening? Pretty-boy looks, perhaps? Someone a little less mature or softer? Whatever picture she’d built up in her mind, it was completely shattered by the rugged, dark looks of the man whose broad shoulders and hard muscled chest were an invitation to sin. The black dinner suit he wore gave him an outward veneer of sophistication, but underneath there was something indefinable about him that suggested a primitive wildness to this man.
    She angled her head up to look at him. He exuded a dangerous, compelling sex appeal, and she had to summon all her defences against it before she made a total fool of herself.
    â€˜I could’ve pretended you were a business associate up until the point you called me darling . Now you’ve just gone and complicated everything,’ she attacked him. No way would she dwell on the little thrill she’d had when he’d used the endearment. ‘What were you playing at, telling Felix you’d be seeing him