He traced a circle against her neck, trailed down the slope of her shoulder and arm, lifted her hand until it rested against his bicep. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think as he followed the same path on the other side of her body and curled his fingers around her hand. His other palm flexed against her spine. “This is the proper way to dance with a woman,” he said. “Is it?” Sorcha heard the breathless quality to her voice, the sultry notes that dripped from her tongue. Heat flashed in his gaze, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Perhaps you have never danced with a man.” “Boys, yes.
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