This time the music was slow. Smoky. 'Velvet pulled across skin' kind of rhythm.Sexy.Intimate.
They started to move.
His hand slid to her lower back.
Her stomach flipped ( for one wild moment Autumn was about to place her hands over stomach… check if her babies were fine… because she could literally feel movements inside. She stopped short of doing that… giving everything away).
She swallowed, hard, feeling his breath on her cheek, his body warm and solid against hers.
She tried to look away.
But his voice…no,the rumble in his chest…stopped her.
"Don't," as if he murmured.
Her eyes snapped back up to his.
The air between them thickened, molten with things neither could say.
He spun her gently, hand never leaving her waist.
When he caught her again, it was with more force.
"You are shaking," he said, almost smug.
"No, I am not."
"You are."
"You are imagining it."
