“Little tornado,” he grumbled, taking her hand and tugging her toward the makeshift dance floor. “Chaos demon. Siren.” “Add accomplice to that,” she said cheekily, smiling wide at his eye twitch. “Two promotions within the month. Happy birthday to me.” She laughed, her hand settling on his shoulder, and then his came to rest lightly on her hip. The touch was a perfectly gentlemanly one, but it made her whole body shiver. His fingers tightened against her waist, holding her like she was a lifeline, and her body heated in response, wanting more, wanting him. Everything in her was softening.
