Confidential 12 THEY DANCED for what seemed like hours, Lisa pressed against him, exactly where he wanted her to be. Only when they finally flashed the lights, indicating that the club was closing, did she leave his arms. Now they were heading together toward his car, Lisa bouncing in front of him. “That was great fun,” she said, doing a little twirl. He laughed. “Oh, sure. Now you dance.” “I danced with you.” Reaching out, she brushed the lapel of his jacket. Then she seemed to realize what she was doing, because she jerked her arm away, her gaze darting to the sidewalk as she turned to face forward. She was everything he’d remembered and more. Warm, ambitious, funny. A woman he could talk to. The only woman he could talk to who set his body on edge. He had women friends, sure, but none whom he wanted to strip naked and sink deep inside. And he’d been with women who’d made him hard as steel, who’d made his blood burn and his pulse race. But with them, sex was all he wanted.
