Forbidden Heat by Carew, Opal (most popular ebook readers .TXT) 📕

had sometimes offered her advice when she was interested in one guy or another . . . or if one was bothering her because she was sending the wrong signals.

Maybe that was the problem now. She certainly was sending out strong signals that she was interested, but maybe she didn’t intend to.

Once the waiter cleared away the dessert plates and refilled the coffee cups, Danielle excused herself to go to the ladies’ room.

Trey turned to Jake.

“Do you get what’s going on with Danielle?” Jake asked before Trey had a chance to speak.

Harmony stepped up behind Jake and placed her arm around his shoulder affectionately. “I’ll tell you.” She leaned in close so only the two of them could hear. “Danielle is interested in you.”

“Who?” Trey asked at the same time as Jake.

“Both of you.” She leaned her veiled head in close between them, resting a hand on Trey’s shoulder. “Look, I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but”—she glanced in the direction of the door, then back to them—“I’m sure it will help things along. Danielle has always had a crush on you guys, but you were in a relationship together, so she thought it was impossible.”

“So she’s happy to be with either one of us?” Jake asked.

“Well, that would work, but . . .” Harmony grinned impishly. “I think she’d be willing . . . well, more than willing to . . .” She paused, her eyes glittering. Discreetly, she glanced around again.

Heat wafted through Trey as her implication hit him. “You’re telling us she wants a threesome? With us?” he asked. “Shy Danielle?”

The thought of making love to sweet Danielle . . . and with Jake . . . sent heat flooding to his groin.

“Yes, she is shy,” Harmony continued. “And she’s not used to doing this. But she knows you two . . . you used to be friends after all . . . and she’s always wanted to hook up with you guys. I suggested that tonight might be her chance.” Her hand gently tightened on Trey’s shoulder. “You guys aren’t going to let her down, are you?”

Danielle clinked her glass with the others at yet another toast to the bride and groom, Harmony gazing happily into Aiden’s eyes.

She glanced toward Trey. Jake’s hand rested on Trey’s arm as he leaned in to say something. Trey laughed, his brown eyes glittering. She could see the affection in Jake’s warm blue eyes, and the easy camaraderie between the two men. Maybe it was just her take on things, but she definitely felt they still cared about each other, even if it was only as close friends.

What had happened between them? Why weren’t they still together?

The music started and the happy couple proceeded to the dance floor for the first dance. Soon the bridal party joined them, and everyone watched as the couples swirled around the floor to the rhythm of the music.

“Danielle, would you like to dance?”

Goose bumps quivered along her neck as Trey stood up and held out his hand to her.

She nodded and stood up. He led her to the glossy wooden dance floor. When his arms slid around her, ripples of warmth wafted through her. Light glinted off his diamond earring as he smiled at her, and she longed to run her fingers through his tousled, sandy-colored hair. As they moved to the music, the heat of his hand on her lower back and his other hand enveloping hers, guiding her with such masterful expertise, sent her senses swirling.

He was a wonderful dancer. Smooth. With a stylish flair. She felt light and sure of herself under his capable lead.

The song ended and the music changed to a strong, vibrant beat.

“Do you know how to tango?” He did not release her.

“No, not really.”

His right hand slid around her to rest under her shoulder blade, drawing her body close to his, and he extended his left arm outward to just above her shoulder. Her breasts pressed tight against him and she could feel his incredible heat as the music surged through them.

For a moment, he simply held her in this intimate stance, their bodies tall and straight, yet intensely, sensually close.

“This is Argentine tango,” he murmured in her ear, “so you’ll step forward with your left foot, take one step to the right, then move back four steps. Okay?”

She nodded.

“On the third step back, you’ll cross your left foot in front of your right. After your last step back, you’ll step left, then feet together.”

She shook her head. “I . . . don’t quite get it.”

He smiled, pressing his arm more snugly around her. “You will.”

At his first step, drawing her forward with his hand on her back, she could tell she was in good hands. He stepped to the side, then pressed her backward. One step. Two.

“Now cross, then back.”

Instead of moving her left foot back, she crossed it in front of her right foot, as he instructed, then moved her right foot back. Then he glided her left and forward, where her feet magically wound up together, just as he’d said.

“That’s the basic step. We’ll do that a few times, to get used to it.”

He led her around the floor, reminding her of the crossover, until it became second nature and they moved in a fluid motion.

Soon she forgot about her feet, overwhelmed by the heat of his body and the sensual beat pulsing through her.

“You’ve definitely got it. Now let’s try something new.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

But suddenly he spun her around several times, then she found her back pressed against his front, his arm under her breasts. Her body flowed with his, her feet obeying as they moved across the floor. As the music slowed, his hand glided to her neck. His fingers curled around her jaw, and he turned her to face him again. Their gazes locked. His arm firmly around her waist, he dipped her backward, his lips moving closer to hers until they were a whisper’s breath away.