Thirty Seven

He abruptly twirled her, dipping her back, his face inches from hers, his gaze switching from her eyes to her mouth and back again in a slow perusal. "Don‟t you?"

"No." But her voice was too husky.

He reluctantly let her up. "Do not make light of the power of a dance. The ability to touch and lead, to learn about your partner."

"You make it sound like a conversation."

"Isn‟t it? It is the body‟s way to communicate without the interference of the mouth." He smiled slowly. "Not that I would want to limit the communications between mouths."

"You are a terrible wretch."