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Every final touch she’d put into this year’s Valentine dance was prompted by her love for Henri, and the man hadn’t had the decency to turn up.
“Yes, he has.” Sacha laughed.
“What?” Bewildered Monica missed a step as she tried to make sense of her partner’s words.
“He’s turned up.” Sacha swung her round and there, framed by the open doorway was Henri, his eyes searching the room. Obviously she’d spoken her thoughts aloud, and she blushed, wondering just how many of them she’d verbalised. One look at her dance partner’s face told her, more than she’d intended.
Before she knew what Sacha was up to, Monica found herself waltzed across the floor and standing in front of the man she loved.
Unaware of Sacha’s signal to the band she stepped into Henri’s arms and sighed when he pulled her firmly against his chest and began to dance. His heart was beating as fast as hers. The warmth of his breath fanned her hair away from her eyes, the smile she was sure lit her face started in her heart. If this was all she’d have of him, she’d treasure every millisecond of it so she could take it out and remember it in the future, long after Henri had returned to his own country and his royal duties.
The warmth of his hand on her back spelled safety. His arms cradled her, even while dancing. Her dislike of dance partners holding her so firmly normally shattered her nerves.
Not when in Henri’s arms. Not when he danced her out of the area and into the night.
Starlight replaced the overhead lights in the arena, and the sighing wind orchestrated the waving branches overhead.
And then everything vanished and the only thing in the world that mattered was Henri’s lips on hers. Feasting; demanding, taking.
She relished the feast, offered more, and gave wantonly. Whatever he offered this night, she’d accept, she promised herself.
His hands cupped her face angled it to better taste her. She opened for him and tasted the whiskey on his tongue. Smelled the woodsy cologne he favoured, and fisted her fingers in his hair to pull him closer.
With his free hand, he cupped the back of her head. The heat scorched through her hair and down her neck as his hand moved, followed by his lips. When he found the pulse point at the base of her throat she swore she heard bells ringing.
I hope you all have a wonderful Valentine's Day