What is your favorite drink? Depends… Whiskey if I’m in a blues club, and Dr. Pepper if I’m working.
Favorite Food? – A good messy Burger
Best Date? – The night I took Tegan to the Belly Up and introduced her to the Blues. My girl can dance.
Worst Date? – I try not to think about it.
What do you notice first in a woman? – Her eyes. It’s also the best way to tell if a person is a demon in disguise so…
What is your biggest pet peeve with women? – I’m not a huge fan of women who are quick to judge others.
Use three words to describe yourself. – Determined, Loner, Protective
If you could meet anyone who would it be? – B.B.King
What is one secret that you don’t want people to know about you? – *crooked smile* If I told you it wouldn’t be a secret…
The alcohol quickly numbed her lips and warmed her stomach. Her body swayed with the beat. Gabe was right. The blues had a definite groove to them, a strength.
Bad things happen. Roll with it.
Gabe took her hand. “The music’s too good not to dance.”
“So dancing is okay, but kissing is off-limits?”
“We’ll see how you dance. That might be banned too.” His eyes sparkled in the dim light.
She laughed and got to her feet, her body warm and ready to move. Buzzed but not drunk. Perfect for dancing.
They found a place on the dance floor, and Gabe took her in his arms. He grinned. “‘Cry to Me.’ Solomon Burke.”
The song picked up, and she grinned. “I recognize this one. I think it was in Dirty Dancing!”
Gabe rolled his eyes. “Follow my lead.”
He made it easy. He kept her body close to his, his leg pressed right between hers, their hips grinding slow and steady together. He planted his feet and slid his hands up to her bare shoulders, sending heat to all the right places. Dipping her back, he slowly swooped her torso around and back up to meet his eyes. When she came back up she fought to keep her hands from exploring his chest.
Fire and hunger filled his gaze. He took her hands in his and put them up around his neck. He bent down, resting his forehead against hers while they moved to the slow, sexy beat of the tune. She caught the sweet smell of whiskey on his breath, tempting her to taste his lips.
Her entire body was scorching, and it had nothing to do with the tequila.
Gabe moved her around the floor, leading her as though they’d danced together for years. Her pulse thrummed. Being this close to him was more intoxicating than any drink at the bar. She wished the song would never end.
“You make my better judgment fly out the window.” His voice was deep, his lips so close to hers that his words brushed across her skin. “I wish…” He shut his mouth and straightened, pushing her away into a turn.
He tugged her hand, and she wound into his arms again. “Should I be sorry?” She wet her lips. “Because I don’t think I
am.”
“That’s the rub.” His gaze dipped to her lips, then back to her eyes. “I don’t want you to be sorry later.”
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