Rayne's laughter fled and her senses flared to life. With the sensuous samba melody pulsing in the night and his long legs shifting against hers, it was a full minute before Rayne realized that Liam danced the way he did everything else—with effortless ease and competence.
No doubt he would be just as expert in bed, she thought—just as demanding and tender and irresistibly male as he was out of bed.
Her traitorous body turned warm and pliant, and Rayne struggled against an overwhelming temptation to yield to the subtle pressure of his hand on her spine and move closer to him.
What about after she went to bed with him, she asked herself sternly. He was so casual about sex that he undoubtedly forgot a woman as quickly and effortlessly as he seduced her.
