Wow – it’s already the end of the week? *pouts* Well, we’re not done just yet!
From The Celtic Knot: Suit of Cups -
On Wednesday, Ian and Lily decided to try a new Spanish restaurant in nearby Ybor City. After sharing a wonderful dinner of savory paella and arroz con pollo, holding hands with Ian, she enjoyed the salsa band. Ian’s face lit up. “Dance with me,” he begged, tugging her to her feet.
“I’ve never been out dancing before,” she whispered, embarrassment heating her cheeks.
“Come on then, I’ll teach you,” he said, pulling her onto the crowded dance floor.
She giggled as she stumbled against him. “So are the Irish big on dancing?”
“’Course they are,” he scoffed. “Didn’t you see Riverdance?” When she nodded, he gave a self deprecating bark of laughter. “Well, don’t look for any of that here tonight.”
Putting his arm around her waist, he took her hand in his and she began to move with him. “Relax, darlin’, let me lead you,” he whispered. The music and the other dancers slowly faded away until there was only Ian holding her close, their bodies moving in unison. “Together and apart, forward and back,” he murmured, “it’s just like making love.”
His warm breath against her ear nearly made her knees buckle, his hypnotic voice was so oddly familiar. She closed her eyes and found herself entangled in a wisp of a memory…
* * * *
…the firelight flickered, and the sensual cotton caressed her thighs as she gathered up her heavy skirts. The drums beat an infectious rhythm in the background and others danced around her, but she saw only the beautiful dark man with the luminous green eyes. He held her close as they swirled, bare feet on the hot sand, moonlight illuminating their faces. “Te amare por siempre,” he whispered to her and she smiled, seducing him, dancing away from him, teasing him to follow her off into the darkness…
…come to me…
Ian gasped as a blaze of heat flared between them. In the instant that followed, he knew two things. One, he wanted her desperately, but it was the second thing that blindsided him…