When they’d returned to closed hold, Jenna shook her hair back and pinned Matt with her most flirtatious eyes. “You can’t lay down a challenge like that and expect me not to take it up.”

“What challenge? Are you trying to say that you think you can best me in a dance-off?” He scoffed. “I’d like to see the day.”

The dare had her tsking good-naturedly. “That’s not what I meant, though I have no doubt that in a dance-off, I’d shine the floor with your ass.”

Continuing with a basic 1-2-3 around the floor, he laughed through his nose, his eyes twinkling. “You talk a big game, darlin’. Makes me concerned about what other challenge you think I’ve laid down for you.”

The song ended and they slowed to a stop on the outer edge of the floor. People moved around them as a new song, a faster song, picked up pace. She traced the edge of his chiseled shoulder muscle below his chambray shirt. This is how it would be between them if they were a couple—smooth and romantic, like the waltz.

She moved her fingertips from his shoulder to his jaw. “Matt Roenick, one of these days you’re going to tell me all your secrets.”

He swallowed and his gaze dipped to her lips, so she angled them up, parting them, closing her eyes. All he had to do was lower a few inches and she’d finally—finally—know what his mouth felt like on hers. Didn’t matter that they were surrounded by people. She’d waited eight long months for this.

Come on, Matt. Kiss me already.