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Camila and Sebastián live in opposite worlds until, one morning, a fallen ballet slipper brings them together. The attraction is instant, intense, overpowering; and Camila’s young heart can’t turn away…
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He broke my reverie when he stopped and turned to me.
“I want to see you again,” he said.
My heart leapt into a Latin dance. I leaned back on the railing bordering the walkway along the river. I looked up at him, dumbstruck. He was beautiful, but it was that aura of masculinity and confidence that sent my pulse racing.
A sudden breeze whirled about, and he gently brushed my hair off my face. My skin tingled at the contact. Then, holding my gaze, he slowly leaned closer, placing his hands on each side of the railing, locking me in between. Desire thundered through me. It was so fucking sexy, I thought I was going to dissolve. We were just inches apart, and the warmth from his body was electric, a magnet. His fresh, delicious scent saturated the air around me, blurring my thoughts under a mix of suede, soap, sunshine, and something bewitching that was just…him. I wanted to launch myself forward and kiss him, grab his shirt in my fists and crush him against me. What was this? For a few seconds, neither of us moved, we just looked at each other in silence, the tension building between us, sparking. I racked my brain for words, trapped in that strange, magnetic force between us.
“What is it about you, crazy girl?” he murmured so close our lips were almost touching. “I’m spellbound. I want…”
My heart was galloping. Could he hear it?
“Actually,” he went on, leaning closer. “Right now, I just want to kiss you. Is that…okay?”
Damn. My eyes locked on his mouth, his lips slightly parted, full, sexy as fuck, and I wondered how they would taste…God. What the hell was happening to me?
“I…Okay,” I whispered, rapt in his spell, and closed my eyes. His arms suddenly closed around my back, and before I could breathe, his mouth was on mine.
Holy mother shit.
Desire exploded inside me, and the taste of him immediately invaded me. Suddenly there was nothing else, just him. Us. He inhaled sharply, and I parted my lips to give his tongue access. Clenching his shirt, I pulled him closer, like I had imagined. And I couldn’t get enough of him. Of this. It was like a dormant addiction that had been waiting to be triggered. I clung to that moment as if it were the only thing that mattered. The world spun as he kissed me hungrily, then gently, until, very slowly, our lips finally parted. I looked up at him in a daze. His beautiful eyes were hooded, a storm of churning ashes.
“Damn,” he whispered.
“Damn.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead to mine, our breaths crashing. Then he squeezed me in his arms and gave me one last, gentle kiss.
“You better go,” he said, his voice gruff. “Before I forget we’re out in public and really kiss you.”
Oh, man. That hadn’t been a real kiss? I wanted one, then. I wanted him to kiss the hell out of me. I wanted to forget about everything else. Forget about a world where I was doomed to be in love with someone who would never love me back, forget about my shitty rehearsal that morning and how I had screwed it up. The only place I wanted to be was here. Now. With him. For the first time in a long while, I had opened the door to a tsunami of emotions I had never allowed myself to feel, and I didn’t want to think. Why couldn’t we just forget…for a few moments at least?
Our eyes were locked in a silent stare-off. Pale uncharted against hazel. A corner of his mouth pulled up, but he didn’t move. I bit my lip, wishing I was more experienced at this seduction stuff.
“I want to see you again,” he said.
My heart leapt into a Latin dance. I leaned back on the railing bordering the walkway along the river. I looked up at him, dumbstruck. He was beautiful, but it was that aura of masculinity and confidence that sent my pulse racing.
A sudden breeze whirled about, and he gently brushed my hair off my face. My skin tingled at the contact. Then, holding my gaze, he slowly leaned closer, placing his hands on each side of the railing, locking me in between. Desire thundered through me. It was so fucking sexy, I thought I was going to dissolve. We were just inches apart, and the warmth from his body was electric, a magnet. His fresh, delicious scent saturated the air around me, blurring my thoughts under a mix of suede, soap, sunshine, and something bewitching that was just…him. I wanted to launch myself forward and kiss him, grab his shirt in my fists and crush him against me. What was this? For a few seconds, neither of us moved, we just looked at each other in silence, the tension building between us, sparking. I racked my brain for words, trapped in that strange, magnetic force between us.
“What is it about you, crazy girl?” he murmured so close our lips were almost touching. “I’m spellbound. I want…”
My heart was galloping. Could he hear it?
“Actually,” he went on, leaning closer. “Right now, I just want to kiss you. Is that…okay?”
Damn. My eyes locked on his mouth, his lips slightly parted, full, sexy as fuck, and I wondered how they would taste…God. What the hell was happening to me?
“I…Okay,” I whispered, rapt in his spell, and closed my eyes. His arms suddenly closed around my back, and before I could breathe, his mouth was on mine.
Holy mother shit.
Desire exploded inside me, and the taste of him immediately invaded me. Suddenly there was nothing else, just him. Us. He inhaled sharply, and I parted my lips to give his tongue access. Clenching his shirt, I pulled him closer, like I had imagined. And I couldn’t get enough of him. Of this. It was like a dormant addiction that had been waiting to be triggered. I clung to that moment as if it were the only thing that mattered. The world spun as he kissed me hungrily, then gently, until, very slowly, our lips finally parted. I looked up at him in a daze. His beautiful eyes were hooded, a storm of churning ashes.
“Damn,” he whispered.
“Damn.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead to mine, our breaths crashing. Then he squeezed me in his arms and gave me one last, gentle kiss.
“You better go,” he said, his voice gruff. “Before I forget we’re out in public and really kiss you.”
Oh, man. That hadn’t been a real kiss? I wanted one, then. I wanted him to kiss the hell out of me. I wanted to forget about everything else. Forget about a world where I was doomed to be in love with someone who would never love me back, forget about my shitty rehearsal that morning and how I had screwed it up. The only place I wanted to be was here. Now. With him. For the first time in a long while, I had opened the door to a tsunami of emotions I had never allowed myself to feel, and I didn’t want to think. Why couldn’t we just forget…for a few moments at least?
Our eyes were locked in a silent stare-off. Pale uncharted against hazel. A corner of his mouth pulled up, but he didn’t move. I bit my lip, wishing I was more experienced at this seduction stuff.