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  “I really do,” she said. “Even when I have to teach the same thing over and over and over. This class was slower to catch on than most, but I think I left them in pretty good shape for Abby. She’s the usual salsa instructor.”

  “What classes do you teach?”

  “Jazz and hip hop for eight- to twelve-year-olds. They retain the info better than the adults. I sometimes teach the tango as well, but not this year.”

  “Well, that’s too bad, because the tango is what I want to learn,” Jared said. She shook her head, but he countered with a nod as he wrapped one arm around her waist and captured her hand in his other. “You promised me a dance lesson. I’m collecting.”

  “You don’t want me to teach you the tango tonight. I’m all sweaty.”

  His brow hiked. “And the thought of you all sweaty is supposed to be a turnoff?” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Woman, I’ve been dreaming of getting you hot and sweaty for days.”

  “Does that line really work?” Chyna choked on a laugh.

  “You tell me,” he returned with a wicked grin.

  She wiggled out of his hold and sauntered over to the small square table that held an iPod and speaker system. She lifted the iPod from the resting dock, found what she was looking for, and seconds later sultry music flowed from the speakers.

  She turned to him, and with a slow smile creeping across her lips, crooked her finger. Jared made it across the room so fast he was pretty sure he’d been airborne for a few seconds.

  Chyna took his right hand and placed it around her waist, then held up his left hand at shoulder level. “So, Mr. Dawson, how much experience do you have with ballroom dancing?”

  “None.” He shook his head. “But I’m a quick learner, especially when I want to impress my teacher.”

  Her lips curved in the kind of smile that made him forget his first name.

  “Let’s see what you’ve got,” she said. “Since I’m the expert here, it’s only right that I lead.”

  “I’m happy to follow you wherever you want to take me,” he said, fitting his palm at the small of her back and pulling her more securely against him.

  “Are you ready to tango?”

  “Do I get to keep you this close to me?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Her voice was husky, raspy. “This dance requires us to stand very close.” To drive the point home she pulled him flush against her. Jared’s entire body ignited.

  “The tango is all about attitude and rhythm,” Chyna said. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. “Let the music seep into your soul.” She lifted her head and her gray eyes stared directly into his. “Follow me,” she urged as she took a step back.

  They moved slowly across the dance floor, her steps fluid. Sensual. Chyna counted the beats as she guided him around the room.

  “Now stop,” she said. Bringing their movements to an abrupt halt. “Now I draw my leg up, like this.” She glided her leg up his thigh, hooking her foot behind his knee. “And you counter by putting your leg between mine.”

  Just like that, his cock stiffened to the point of pain. Chyna’s breath hitched at the contact, but she didn’t pull away. Her eyelids lowered and her breathing followed, coming in soft pants.

  “Hold my waist like this,” she instructed, placing his hand on her flat stomach. Then she spun around, molding her back to his front before lowering herself on an erotic slide down his body.

  Lesson over.

  Jared twirled her around and crushed his mouth to hers. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “Jared, wait,” she said against his lips.

  He ground his stiffening erection against her hot center. “You don’t really want me to,” he said.

  She tore her mouth from his. “You’re right, I don’t,” she said. She looked him in the eyes. “But we can’t do this here.”

  “Then where?” he asked. “Because no matter what, in ten minutes I’m going to be inside of you.”

  A jolt of need shot like an arrow down Chyna’s spine, settling in a pool of desire between her thighs. Blood pounded in her ears and her heart raced with the arousal Jared’s hot promise created.

  “I don’t live too far from here,” she said.

  She felt his muscles stiffen against her. He took a step back, his intense gaze boring into hers with a combination of inquiry and lust. Instinctively, her tongue darted out of her mouth and wet her lips. Jared’s gaze zeroed in on her mouth and his breathing slowed, his chest rising and falling with measured breaths as he continued to stare at her lips.

  “I’m giving you one minute to change your mind.”

  She shook her head. “I won’t change my mind. I want you.”

  He pulled in a deep breath and crushed his mouth against hers in a swift kiss. They quickly shut off the lights and Chyna locked up the studio.

  The drive from the dance school to her apartment was only a few minutes, but felt like an eternity. Now that she’d made the decision to take this momentous step, her body shivered with eager anticipation of everything Jared had to offer.

  He pulled up to the curb and shut off the engine, but didn’t make a move to exit the car. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. “I need to take a minute to calm down. If I don’t, I’m going to jump all over you the minute we get inside.”

  His visible struggle fascinated her. His hands, jaw and eyes all clenched tight as his chest expanded with another intake of air.

  “Jared?” Chyna waited for him to look over at her before she continued. “I kinda want you to jump me as soon as we get inside.”

  His eyes narrowed with smoldering need. Without another word, they both rushed out of the car and up the stairs. Anticipation turned her fingers to jelly as she fumbled to open the door to her apartment. As soon as there were inside, Chyna tossed the keys and flung her arms around his neck.

  Jared picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. One hand skimmed her hip and thigh while the other gripped her butt, clutching her to him. He pinned her to the door, going for the hem of her shirt while he assaulted her with bruising kisses along her neck and collarbone.

  Chyna pulled the T-shirt off and threw it to the floor. Her skin tingled with delicious anticipation as Jared’s head plunged south. He dove for her breasts, nipping and licking and sucking through her purple lace bra. One hand snaked up her spine to the single eyehook, which he released with an expertise Chyna didn’t want to think about.

  She didn’t want to think about anything but the feel of his tongue against her sensitive, long-neglected nipples. He switched from one to the other, drawing hot, wet circles around the turgid nub before drawing it into his warm mouth and tugging.

  She cried out, arching her back against the door.

  Jared tucked one arm under her behind and gripped her back with the other as he carried her from the living room to her bedroom.

  “Summer, move,” he said, and for the first time Chyna registered her dog yipping and scampering around Jared’s feet. As he placed her none too gently in the center of the bed, Chyna forgot all about Summer.

  “God, that’s sexy,” he said, staring down at her.

  “What?” Chyna asked, pushing up on her elbows.

  “You. Lying there topless.”

  He pulled his shirt over his head, but when his hand went for his waist, Chyna stopped him.

  “I’ll do that,” she said. She sat up and unbuttoned his jeans. With some effort, she tugged the zipper down his rigid fly. Together they both pushed the jeans and black silk boxers from his hips. His erection sprang forward, thicker and bigger than she was expecting.

  Chyna experienced a twinge of apprehension. It had been a while since she’d done this. She wasn’t sure her body could accept all of him without being torn in two.

  Jared tenderly caressed her cheek and her anxiety floated away on a wave of trust and longing. She wrapped her hand around his pulsing erection, but he quickly removed it.

 
“No.” He shook his head. “I doubt I’ll last more than five minutes as it is.” He gestured with his chin. “Lie back.”

  Chyna did as she was told, scooting back until her head met the headboard. Jared knelt beside her on the bed and hooked his thumbs at the waistband of her black leggings. His fingers left a stream of scorching need as they trailed along her thighs and legs. He laid his palm flat, just above the edge of her lace underwear, then glided his hand up her stomach to the valley between her breasts. He bent over her and his tongue seared a path along her abdomen, leaving a hot, moist trail in its wake.

  He gripped her boy-cut panties and pulled them from her hips and down her legs. Chyna kicked the underwear away, and her body instantly blushed at the realization that she lay completely naked before him.

  “Don’t you dare,” Jared said when she went to cover herself.

  Reaching over the side of the bed, he pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans and drew out a condom. He ripped the package open and quickly covered himself. Then he braced a hand on each side of her head and lowered his body.

  Summer yelped.

  Chyna looked over to find her dog on the pillow next to her.

  “I can’t do this with her watching us,” Chyna said.

  “She doesn’t know what we’re doing,” Jared reasoned, trailing his tongue along her bare shoulder.

  Chyna tried to forget about Summer’s watchful eyes as Jared’s huge body hovered above her. He went for her neck, nipping just below her ear. Chyna tensed as she felt the blunt head of his erection probe at her center.

  Before he could penetrate her, he drew back with a frustrated grunt.

  “Yeah, okay. This exhibitionist thing isn’t working for me, either. It’s like having your kid watch you have sex.”

  He rolled off of her and scooped Summer from the bed. Scratching behind the dog’s perked ears, Jared said, “I will buy you every doggie treat in Manhattan if you be a good girl and don’t make any noise.”

  Chyna couldn’t help but laugh. Wasn’t he the same person who’d made fun of her for talking about her dog as if she were a real person?

  Jared opened the bedroom door and placed Summer on the other side of it. As he strode back to the bed, Chyna’s amusement swiftly turned to arousal as she took in the corded muscles of his sinewy thighs, arms and stomach. He was strength and power and maleness. A captivating combination that made her skin prickle with awareness and her stomach clench with expectation.

  “Now,” Jared murmured, resuming his position above her. “Where were we?”

  As he lowered himself, Chyna had a feeling she was embarking on one of the most pleasurable rides of her life. With the long, wet swipe of Jared’s tongue across her nipple, she knew it as fact.

  He levered himself up on one arm and advanced on her breasts with single-minded determination, laving the rigid peaks with his tongue and sucking with just enough pressure to drive her out of her mind. Chyna’s stomach clenched with each sinful pull, her hand snaking up Jared’s spine to his head, holding it more firmly to her breast.

  As he continued to worship her with his mouth, one errant finger skimmed its way down her taut stomach to the moist curls between her legs. With deliberate slowness, he trailed his finger through the slick folds, finding his way to the knot of pulsing nerves at her cleft and rubbing with gentle pressure.

  Chyna burrowed her head in the pillow, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to concentrate on the chaotic mass of sensation shooting from points along her body. From her breasts that were still held prisoner by his seeking tongue to the spot between her legs that vibrated with need. She was so close her entire being quaked with it, her body trembling with anticipatory pleasure, staggering on the brink of fulfillment but not quite there.

  In an act of supreme mercy, Jared put her out of her misery, slipping two fingers inside of her and bringing her to a swift, shattering climax. Before she had the chance to come down from the sensual high, he removed his fingers from her body and replaced them with his thick erection. His arms straining on either side of her head, he rocked back and forth with powerful, fluid strokes, filling her with every inch of him before pulling almost completely out.

  Loud, sharp gasps escaped her throat with each thrust of his hips, filling the room with the music of their love-making. Chyna closed her eyes and lost herself in the hypnotic rhythm, undulating her hips to meet him stroke for stroke.

  Without warning he increased the tempo, plunging deep and swift, in and out, taking her higher and faster toward the climax she knew awaited her just on the other side. Chyna gripped his backside and pulled him tighter against her, sinking her fingers into his flesh.

  Jared groaned deep in his throat. The corded muscles of his neck stood out in stark relief as he started pumping with fierce, maddening strokes. Over and over and over. He plunged into her body, circling his hips and driving her head against the headboard with the force of his thrusts.

  A burst of sensation ricocheted throughout her bloodstream as she came. The pleasure was pure and explosive, making her body hum with satisfaction.

  Jared’s sweat-slicked chest crushed her, but Chyna was too tired—too totally, utterly, deliciously spent—to complain. Her rolled off her and collapsed on the bed, expelling an exhausted sigh.

  Chyna threw a languid arm over her eyes. “I’ve never had movie sex before,” she said between labored breaths. “I should have known I’d get it with you.”

  “Movie sex?”

  “Yeah,” she said, turning over and resting her head in her upturned palm. “You know, with clothes flying everywhere and multiple orgasms. It’s only in the movies that people have that kind of sex.”

  His eyebrow tipped up in the sexiest way imaginable. “Is that what you think? That it only happens in the movies?” He reached over and pulled her on top of him. “Give me a few minutes of recovery time, sweetheart. Hollywood’s got nothing on what I’m going to do to you.”

  Chapter 12

  “What time does your class end?”

  Jared fitted the phone more securely between his ear and shoulder. He switched from Sports Talk TV to ESPN, trying to decide which had the better pre-Draft coverage.

  “I have a hip-hop class in five minutes, and then I’m done for the day,” Chyna answered.

  “Will you come over?”

  “But it’s Draft Day. I thought you’d be watching it at the Sabers compound.”

  “Nah,” Jared said. “I’m not up for a crowd. I’d rather be with you.”

  She paused, then said, “That’s so sweet.”

  He lowered his voice. “Sweet doesn’t describe what I have in mind.”

  A half hour later, there was a buzz from the concierge desk. “Mr. Dawson, there is a Miss McCrea here to see you.”

  Jared told the concierge to let her up and raced for the door. He was waiting at the elevator when it opened.

  “What happened to your class?” he asked as soon as Chyna stepped into the hall.

  “Canceled.” She dropped her bag just inside the door and took his face into her hands. “The instructor caught a case of the stomach flu. It seemed to have miraculously gone away on the subway ride over here.”

  She attacked his mouth as they both stripped out of their clothes.

  Twenty sweaty, exhausting minutes later, Jared lay completely spent, staring at the recessed lights of his living room’s high ceilings. They’d tried to make it to the sofa, but only managed to get as far as the faux fur rug before turning each other inside out.

  The woman had an insatiable appetite, which was just fine with him. He’d love nothing more than to spend the next seventy-two hours naked and exhausted and wrapped up with Chyna.

  She rolled off him and turned, fitting her back against him and drawing his arm across her waist. Jared spooned more firmly against her moist, smooth skin. He trailed his hand from her shoulder to her hip, then back up to cup her breast. Teasing her nipple with his thumb, he nudged the hair away from h
er neck and gave her a quick love bite.

  “Was that movie sex?” he whispered against her neck.

  “Oh, yeah. Completely X-rated.”

  With a deep chuckle, Jared pushed up from the floor and went into the bedroom, pulling the down comforter from the bed. He walked back up the hallway and stopped short at the gorgeous display of firm breasts and delicately rounded hips standing in the middle of his living room.

  God, she was divine. With her long, wavy hair and heart-stopping curves, all she needed was a half shell and she would be Botticelli’s perfect caramel-colored Venus.

  She noticed him and smiled, not displaying even a hint of the embarrassment she’d shown when he’d first stripped her clothes off last Saturday night.

  “The draft is about to start,” she said. “Are we watching in here or the media room?”

  “You choose,” Jared said. “As long as we watch it naked, I don’t care.”

  Jared grabbed a bottle of wine and brought it into the media room. He sat in the center chair and opened his arms for Chyna to join him. She snuggled into the cradle of his arms, her skin still warm and damp from their floor sex.

  Her bare hip rubbed against him and his body instantly responded, swelling to almost a full erection. Chyna peered at him over her shoulder.

  “Are you sure you can handle naked TV?”

  “I’ll handle it…or die trying,” he gasped, willing his body to calm down. He powered up the entertainment system and adjusted the volume. “There’s still another twenty minutes before the first draft pick is announced.”

  “Any idea who is going first?”

  “There’s always a pool—completely under the table, of course—betting on which guy will go first, but no one ever really knows other than the team that’s on the clock.”

  “You ever win the pool?”

  “I don’t bet, sweetheart.”

  She twisted around to look at him. “Why not?”

  Jared debated how much he should tell her. Only his closest friends and a few people in the Sabers organization knew about his gambling issue, but his gut told him he could trust Chyna.