the walloping you seem determined to deliver to me.”
“Not everyone enjoys being the center of attention.”
“Tell me the truth. You didn’t have fun onstage just then? Not even a little?” he coaxed.
McKenzie stared at him as if he was crazy. He was crazy.
“I detested being onstage in front of my coworkers.” She frowned as they moved onto the dance floor. Her body remained rigid, rather than relaxing against his like it had during their earlier dances. “For the record, I really don’t like people staring at me. Put it down to bad childhood memories of when my parents thrust me into situations where I got a lot of unwanted attention.”
When he’d gone after her to sing with him, he’d never considered that she might not enjoy being onstage. He’d just selfishly wanted her with him.
“I’m sorry, McKenzie. If I’d known how you felt, I wouldn’t have put you in the spotlight that way. I definitely would never intentionally upset you. It was all in fun, to kick off the night’s karaoke. That’s all.”
“I know you didn’t intentionally pull me up there to upset me,” she admitted. “I just prefer you not to put me in situations where all eyes are on me. I have enough bad childhood flashbacks as it is.”
“What kind of childhood flashbacks?”
“Just situations where my parents would yell and scream at each other regardless of where we were and no matter who was around. Way too often all eyes would be on me while they had a knock-down, drag-out. When people stare at me, it gives me that same feeling of humiliation and mortification.”
“I’m sorry your parents did that to you and that I made those negative feelings come to surface. But, for the record, maybe you’re finally getting past those old hang-ups because you were smiling.” She had been smiling. Mumbling and smiling.
“I was faking it.”
“Ouch.” His hand went to his chest and he pretended to receive another mortal blow. “Not good when a man’s woman has to fake it.”
“Exactly. So you should be careful what situations you put me into where I might have to fake other things,” she warned with a half smile. “I don’t sing. I barely dance. Take note of it.”
He pulled her to him, his hand low on her back, holding her close. “You dance quite nicely when you aren’t in rigor mortis. However, I’ll make a note. No more singing and barely dancing. Got it.”
“Good.”
“Also, for the record, when I put you in a certain situation, there will be no need for faking it.”
Her chin tilted up and she arched a brow in challenge. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’ll use every ounce of skill, every ounce of sheer will, every ounce of energy I have to make sure I blow your mind,” he whispered close for her ears only. “My pleasure will be seeing your pleasure. Feeling your pleasure.”
“That sounds…fun. Maybe you should have tried your hand at that instead of pulling me onstage with you.”
He swallowed. Was she saying…?
“I want you, McKenzie. I haven’t pushed because I know you still have a lot of mixed emotions about being with me, but when you’re ready I want to make love to you. I’ve made no pretense about that.”
“Sex. You want to have sex with me,” she corrected, resting her forehead against his chin. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
Lance’s heart beat like a drum against his rib cage. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“I’d rather hold yours.”
That had her looking up.
“Kiss me, McKenzie.”
“Here? Now? On the dance floor? Around our coworkers? Are you crazy?”
He glanced around the dim room. The dance floor was crowded with couples, some of them stealing kisses. There were some single women who were dancing in a circle off to one side of the dance floor. One of the admin girls currently had the microphone and was belting out a tune. No one was paying them any attention.
McKenzie’s gaze followed his, no doubt drawing the same conclusions, but she shook her head anyway. “No. I’m not one of those girls who is into public displays of affection.”
“You kissed me in front of Bev’s Beauty Boutique.”
“That was different.”
“How was that different? Other than it being in broad daylight and in the middle of the square with half the town in the near vicinity?”
“I can’t explain how that was different, but it was.” Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. “Don’t push me on this, please.”
He sighed. “It would probably have been a bad idea for you to kiss me here, anyway.”
“Why is that?”
Did she really not know how much she affected him? How much he was having to fight sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her out of the ballroom and straight to the first private place he could find where he could run his fingers beneath her sparkly green dress?
“I think I’ve already mentioned how much I want you and the effect you have on me.”
“But… Oh.” Her eyes widened as she moved against him.
“Yeah. Oh.”
To his surprise, her body relaxed and he’d swear the noise that came out of her mouth was a giggle. Not that McKenzie seemed the giggling type, but that’s what the sound had most resembled.
Regardless, her arms relaxed around his neck and just to prove how ornery she was and to his total surprise her lips met his in a soft kiss that only lasted a few seconds but took his breath and made his knees weak.
“There,” she taunted. “I kissed you in public.”
“Not sure what made you change your mind, but thank you.” He studied her expression and he’d swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I think. Because if I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to set me up for embarrassment.”
There was the sound again. Definitely a giggle. “Would I do that after our conversation, with you pointing out the obvious differences in the way our bodies react?”
A grin tugged at his lips. “Yeah, you would.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Did it work?”
He pulled her close and let her feel for herself that his body was indeed reacting to her, making him uncomfortable in the process. Then again, he’d left her front porch this way every night the past week.
She tilted her face toward him. “I think it did.”
“You think?” He shook his head, then stroked his finger across her cheek.
He held her close until the slow dance ended then they moved to a couple of fast songs. Despite what she’d said, McKenzie could dance. She could definitely sing too if she wouldn’t let her own self-doubt get in the way.
Laughing, McKenzie fell into his arms. “Hey, Lance?”
“Hmm?” he asked, kissing the top of her head just because he could, because it felt right and wonderful.
“I’m ready.”
“Already?” He’d figured they’d be one of the last to leave, not one of the first. Still, if she was done partying, he’d take her home. Then he met her gaze and what she meant glittered brightly in her emerald eyes. “Really?”
She nodded. “Let’s get our coats,