A Madaris Bride for Christmas. Brenda Jackson

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      There was a party going on in one of the ballrooms upstairs. She could hear the music playing, a Marvin Gaye classic. She felt like dancing. What the heck. It was her birthday and she had every right to be silly if she wanted to.

      Turning from the rail, she waltzed across the floor. She closed her eyes and pretended she was at a party, celebrating her birthday in style, dancing around a ballroom filled with tall, dark, handsome men. One would come forward, claim her hand and ask—

      “May I have this dance?”

      At the sound of the deep, husky voice, Carly’s eyes flew open and she stared into the most gorgeous pair of dark eyes she’d ever seen. And there was a very handsome face to go along with those eyes. Where on earth had he come from? She blinked, wondering if she was still clutched in the throes of her fantasy. She had to be.

      “Are you real?” she asked, making sure she hadn’t conjured him up in her mind.

      He smiled and the sight of the dimple in his chin nearly brought her to her knees. It definitely caused every hormone in her body to sizzle.

      “Yes, I’m real. Now, how about that dance,” he said, taking her hand in his. A different song was playing now, this one by Luther Vandross.

      Carly nodded her consent and he pulled her into his arms. The man was a total stranger. Had it not been her birthday, she would not have allowed him to hold her. But she had already decided that it was okay for her to act silly today. And it wasn’t every day that such a good-looking man asked her to dance. Not only was he handsome, but he smelled good too. And to top it off, they danced well together. The way their bodies swayed and moved against each other had her fighting a desire she hadn’t felt in close to four years.

      A desire that had never been this strong.

      She was reminded how it felt to be held by a man, in powerful arms. Every part of her body tuned in to the solid hardness of his. It was staggering; she was mindful of his every movement, the steady sound of his breathing, the way his arms encircled her waist.

      Carly looked up at him to find him staring down at her. His predatory look made her insides simmer. Swallowing deeply, she said softly, “Where did you come from?”

      He smiled again and she felt a tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach. “From my terrace.”

      She nodded. He was a guest at the hotel.

      “What about you? Are you a guest here?” he asked.

      “Yes.” She wasn’t lying. She had checked into the hotel that day. There was no need to tell him she also worked here. “It’s a beautiful hotel.”

      “I think so too. I’m Lee, by the way.”

      “I’m Carly.”

      His smile widened. “Nice meeting you, Carly. Is there a reason you were dancing alone?”

      Her face warmed as she wondered if he thought she’d looked ridiculous. “It’s my birthday and—”

      “Happy birthday,” he said.

      She smiled up at him. “Thanks. I was having my own private party of one.”

      He tilted his head. “That’s no fun. A beautiful woman should never party alone.”

      He was smooth, she thought. As smooth as he was handsome. And she’d noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring. She knew some men didn’t cherish the sanctity of marriage vows, but she did.

      “For me that’s no problem. I’m a loner anyway,” she said.

      “Why?”

      She doubted he wanted to listen to her sob story. She had few friends and had learned early on that the only person she could truly trust was herself. “I prefer things that way. What about you?”

      “A loner?” He shrugged. “I couldn’t be a loner even if I wanted to. My family’s too big.”

      “Really?” she asked. She couldn’t help but envy anyone who belonged to a large family.

      “Yes, really.”

      The Luther Vandross song ended and they slowly parted. “You’re an excellent dancer,” he said.

      “So are you.” She glanced at her watch. “It’s getting late and—”

      “You’re calling it an early night on your birthday?”

      She chuckled. “Afraid so. I’m checking out of the hotel in the morning.”

      “I see. Well, thanks for the dance.”

      “No, I should be thanking you. It was nice meeting you. I hope you continue to enjoy the Grand MD.”

      His smile widened. “Oh, I’m sure that I will.”

      Carly’s gaze held his. She wasn’t sure why she did what she did next. It could have been his scent surrounding her or his overpowering masculinity or his handsomeness—any of them could have been responsible for obliterating any semblance of her common sense.

      Before she could talk herself out of doing so, she leaned up on her tiptoes. She only intended to plant a light kiss on his lips, but the moment their mouths touched they were caught in a barrage of desires they could no longer downplay. He pulled her into his arms. Her body pressed against his, and she felt every single inch of him. She moaned at the feel of his arousal against her.

      She was surprised by how easily she was stimulated. She was usually in total control of her emotions, which was why, her ex-boyfriend had claimed, he’d sought out another woman. He’d said she was cold and passionless. If that was true, then what was happening here?

      It could be the way Lee had taken control of her mouth, kissing her with a hunger she hadn’t known was possible, cupping the back of her head to make sure their mouths stayed locked the way he wanted.

      She knew if he kept this up she would beg him to take her to his room or she would be hauling him off to hers. Acting silly on your birthday was one thing, but going all-out loco was another.

      While she still could, she broke off the kiss, drew in a deep breath, smiled and stepped back. “It was nice meeting you, Lee.”

      She watched him lick his lips as if he had enjoyed the taste of her. “It was nice meeting you as well, Carly.”

      She turned to leave and made it to the sliding glass door before he said, “It’s a minute before midnight. Leave one of your shoes behind, and I bet I’ll find you.”

      Carly threw her head back and laughed. “I’m a loner, remember?”

      “And what about that kiss?”

      Good question. “I was tempted, and since it was my birthday, I yielded,” she said honestly.

      He shoved his hands into his pockets, a sensuous smile spread across his lips. “When it comes to me, you can yield to temptation anytime.”

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