Laughter and conversations mingled with the music. Trisha pressed her body closer when Zach curved his arm around her waist. Would he say yes? It was just one night, a prelude to the weekend, but she wanted tonight. The heat of his body and the sensuous slide of his skin were the only things she craved. He had to say yes. Since her divorce, she wanted to experience all the lust she could handle, but there had to be more than the usual insert peg A into slot B. She drifted her gaze over Zach’s broad, muscular shoulders. How she would love to rake her nails across his chiseled flesh. Surely this big strong man wouldn’t like things soft and slow. Desire set her pulse to racing and she moved closer. Another dancer jarred her, momentarily disrupting her rhythm and concentration. The arm at her waist held her upright. She flashed an appreciative smile and resumed dancing. Each calculated bump of her pelvis into the hard body of her partner coincided with the pulsating beat of music.
