Bad Boys of Romance(12)

He stops in front of me and holds out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Uh,” I break eye contact to look around the room, waiting for Hunter to show.

He steps forward, his arm snaking out and wrapping around my waist as he tugs me flush against his body. My hands automatically go to his shoulders to steady myself.

“I’m Hunter Cruz,” he whispers in my ear as he begins moving us across the dance floor in time with the music.

I pull my head back to look into his eyes to see if he’s kidding me. “You are?” I ask, when I see only heat in his blue depths.

“I am,” he mouths.

Damn. Hunter Cruz is a fucking hot name.

I drag my gaze away from his face and make the mistake of leaning into him and breathing deep. He smells so good, my insides clench and my blood starts to heat. Leather, fresh air and cologne.

I know it’s wrong, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear my rational self screaming at me to step away from him.

He’s still married.

I shouldn’t be pressed up against a man, breathing him in, and loving it!, when that man is married.

But, for now, I can’t find it in me to listen. I ignore the voice and melt into Switch as he slowly sways us to the music.

I barely register the song changing and other couples moving in to dance as well or the fact that the music has changed from a slow beat to a hip dance song. It’s like we’re in our own world. A world where only Switch and I exist. A world I don’t want to leave just yet.

“Jenna,” he rumbles in my ear, causing my body to break out in goose-pimples.

“Mmm?”

He pulls back and uses his fingers to tilt my chin up and back. I open my eyes and blink and few times, trying to focus in the darkness.

“What’s going on?”

“I needed to be alone with you.”

“Switch.” His name leaves my lips sounding like a breathless plea.

“Tell me to stop,” he begs.

“I can’t,” I whisper back immediately.

“Jenna,” he growls.

My hands move up the back of his neck, threading through his hair as I bring his mouth down to meet mine. My lips part instantly and his tongue slides inside to tangle with mine. My back hits the wall and he traps me there with his hard body. I can hear the dull music from the band still playing but my mind has gone foggy as I let him consume me without a thought, without a care.

God! His mouth.

He breaks the kiss when we’re both panting. Resting his forehead against mine, he closes his eyes and I sigh as his heavy puffs of breath mingle with my own.

“Damn, Jenna. What are you doing to me?”

“I could say the same back, Switch,” I whisper.

He takes my hand and leads me outside onto the balcony. There are a few people standing around chatting and smoking, but Switch finds a nice, quiet spot in the corner. He pulls me up against him and I cup his jaw in my palm, the stubble of his short beard tickling my hand.

“I know this isn’t the type of person you are, Jenn. Hell, it’s not the type of person I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you. It doesn’t mean I can’t stop thinking about you, and it doesn’t mean that I want nothing more than to file for divorce without a second glance back and try and be the type of man you deserve.”

“I know. I want you, too. But, I would be lying if I said I don’t feel guilty about kissing you.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Jenn. But, I’ve got to take care of Amber first. I’ve got to get her the help she deserves so I can be the man you deserve.”

“I know,” I nod, swallowing hard. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. It does. In such a short time he’s come to mean so much to me that I don’t know where I’d be left if he decided he wanted to try and make things work with his wife.

“I don’t want anyone but you,” he murmurs, capturing my head in his hands and bringing his lips to touch mine in a brief kiss. “You don’t need to worry about that happening, okay?”

I realize I must have said the words out loud.

“Okay,” I reply softly.

“Good. I know I’m not in a position to ask you to trust me, baby, but I need you to. Trust me to do what I have to do so I can make things right for us and for Amber.”

“Okay,” I repeat.

He looks over my face, searching, and when he finds what he was looking for, he smiles down at me and leans in to kiss me again. Not wanting to let him go just yet, I melt into his arms/body/lips? and deepen the kiss, my arms go around his neck and I hold him to me as my tongue dances with his.

He groans, pulling back. “I better go, baby.”