As they danced, Phil concentrated on the muscles beneath her fingers as she held on to Jamal’s solid back. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had looked at her with the same intensity as Jamal was looking at her right now. He ran one hand down her spine, stopping just above her waist. She was tempted to take his hand and move it lower until his warm palm cradled her backside. Instead, she put her arms around Jamal’s neck and rested her head on his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” Phil said on a sigh. His body went rigid. When she peered up at him, his eyes were heavy with heat. “I can’t put into words how it feels to have you against me, Phylicia. I’ve been dreaming about this ever since Mya and Corey’s wedding.” So had she. He had taken top billing in her nightly fantasies even before the wedding. It had only intensified after the hours they’d spent together that night.
