Surrender 01 - Surrender

the dance with a partner. Dancing is a prequel to lovemaking. If you want to make your man sweat on the dance floor, ladies, then tease him with your bodies. The dance should be a chase, and you don’t allow him to catch you until you’re good and ready. Do you understand?”
    “Yes!” several of the women shouted out excitedly.
    “Good. That’s very good.”
    The time flew by, and too soon, Ari’s dance lesson was over. She felt good as she walked from the back of the club. She might not be able to swing her butt as well as some of those women, but she could certainly cha-cha.
    “Let’s order a drink and then get to dancing,” Amber said as they moved toward a table Donnie had saved for them.
    The next few hours flew past and Ari danced with so many men, she couldn’t keep track of them all. If she’d known what her friends were doing while she was on the dance floor, she’d have been on her way to prison for homicide.

Chapter Thirty-Three

    Rafe’s phone buzzed. He decided to ignore it — he was tired, irritated and not in the mood for whoever it was at the other end of the line. But when the damned thing buzzed again, he sighed and pulled it from his pocket. He would check quickly and then turn the device off. Time to sleep, or else to try to.
    When he saw it was a message from Ari, his pulse picked up a beat. She’d been ignoring his texts all week. His first thought now was that she was in trouble. As he clicked the button to open the message, his heart stalled for a single beat.
    When he looked at the two pictures that came in, any thought of sleep evaporated. Who the hell had sent him the pictures? Clearly not Ari. At the bottom of the images was the club name. He knew exactly where that was.
    Rafe threw on his jacket and grabbed his keys. It looked as if Ari hadn’t learned her lesson. She was out on the town again, attempting to get abducted for a second time. Rage simmered inside him.
    She continued to deny him when all he wanted to do was offer her security. Well, offer her security and have her at his beck and call.
    Rafe made it to the large Latin club in record time, walking to the front of the huge line outside its doors. Pulling a wad of hundreds from his pocket, he approached the bouncer.
    “Welcome” was all the man said as he opened the rope for Rafe to enter while the people standing in line grumbled.
    “ Shut up or none of you are getting in,” Rafe heard before the loud music drowned out the outside world.
    He made his way to the dance floor and spotted Ari almost immediately. She was locked tightly in the arms of some heathen while the damned man ran his hands down her ass. Rafe saw red as he pushed forward.
    “I’m cutting in,” Rafe commanded.
    The man turned, glaring at Rafe, until he saw Rafe’s face — then he immediately backed down.
    “Rafe. What are you doing here?” Ari asked as she grinned drunkenly at him.
    “Apparently, I’m saving you again,” he growled as he went to grab her hand. She was leaving with him now . “Let’s go!”
    “I don’t want to go. Let’s dance. I learned the cha-cha-cha tonight and I’m very good at it. John, Paul and Tiger… no…Trevor — oh heck, I can’t remember his name — all said that I can move my ass just fine,” she spouted happily.
    Rafe stared at her incredulously. What in the hell was she talking about?
    “Ari, I said, let’s go ,” he repeated.
    “I want to dance,” she pouted. She then lifted her arms in the air and started doing the steps of the cha-cha. When she circled around and shook her backside, with the slit of her dress exposing the side of her very thin black panties, Rafe forgot all about leaving.
    He tugged her into his arms as the music shifted to a more sensual number. His hands slid down her back to tug her flush against him, and he began shifting his feet, one foot sliding between her legs, giving her no choice but to arch into him.
    “I don’t know this dance,” she murmured huskily.
    “Just follow my lead,” he said as he began circling her around the dance floor.
    “Mmm, I think I like this dance, too,” she whispered as he moved his head down and inhaled her sweet scent.
    He hadn’t taken her in such a long time . Yes, it was wrong to seduce an inebriated woman, but wasn’t alcohol just a social lubricant? Didn’t a few glasses of courage only allow a person to do what they truly wanted to do in the first place? It wasn’t as if he and Ari hadn’t already had sex