Rock Your Heart Out (Sinful Serenade #3) by Crystal Kaswell

that on?" I ask.
    "Don't tell me you prefer someone else," Pete teases.
    Tom jumps in. "Don't flirt with Willow."
    Pete stares back at Tom. It's the kind of look that says volumes. It's not saying any of the volumes to me, but it must communicate something to them, because all talking ceases. Both men press their backs into their seats in silence.
    The last two minutes of the ride pass at an agonizing rate. Mercifully, we arrive.
    Tom reaches for the door, but Pete stops him.
    "Tom, a word." Pete looks at me. "If you'll excuse us."
    "Yeah, sure." I don't wait for Tom to move. I climb over him on my way out the door.
    He lets out a soft groan as my ass makes contact with his crotch. The man has gone three weeks without coming. It's just physical. Not personal.
    I stand under the club's awning to avoid the rain. The place looks nice. Ornate doors, clean walls, dim lighting that makes it hard to see inside.
    I play with my camera to pass the time. The Whole Foods across the street isn't the most interesting subject, but the rain adds a lot to the shots. I barely notice Tom and Pete get out of the cab.
    Tom grabs my wrist. "Come on. Let's dance."
    "Uh." I follow him inside the club. "Okay."
    We show our IDs to the bouncers then make our way up the stairs, to the main area.
    The ceilings are high, the windows are wide, and the room is packed with people in bright colors. Britney Spears booms from the speakers.
    Tom dances, mostly by himself. I attempt to copy his movements but there's no way my motions qualify as anything more than erratic swaying.
    I slow. "I'm not a very good dancer."
    "It's easy. Come here.
    He grabs my hips and guides me until I'm moving in time with the rhythm. My posture softens.
    His hands slide to my waist. My lower back. The skin on skin contact sends a buzz of electricity straight to my core. I want him and badly. Without all these damn clothes in the way.
    He pulls my body towards his, leading with his hips.
    Damn, he's a good dancer. Precise and rhythmic and seamless with his movements. My eyelids flutter together. I soak in the music, the feeling of his body against mine.
    The song changes and he moves his body away. Not far, only six or seven inches, but it's enough that I go cold. My muscles tense. My gaze goes to the high ceilings.
    Tom's fingertips graze my lower back. Up, up, up, all the way to the bottom of my t-shirt. He moves closer. Leans in to whisper in my ear.
    But he says nothing.
    He pulls back, releasing his touch. "You want a drink?"
    "No thanks."
    He's already gone. Halfway to the bar. I try to push out any feeling besides the music. This Shakira song used to be my favorite. I throw my arms over my head. I make circles with my hips.
    A bearded guy in a t-shirt, thick arms dotted with tattoos, comes up to me. "Want to dance?"
    Okay I can do that. "Sure."
    He places his hands on my hips but keeps his distance. His gaze goes to my chest. First my breasts then the tattoo above them. "Nice ink."
    "Thanks." I clamp my lips together, move closer so we won't have to talk any more. I'm sure this guy is nice, but I don't discuss my tattoo with strangers. It's too personal.
    My body presses against his. Nothing. He's an attractive man. Friendly brown eyes. Short dark hair. His chest is sculpted. His shoulders are broad.
    I bring my hands to said shoulders. Nothing. He slides his hands to my lower back. Nothing. Dancing with him is fine but I feel nothing.
    "Excuse me." Tom bursts between us without another word. He raises his hands to show off the shots of amber liquid. "Whiskey." He pushes one of the glasses into my hand.
    "I don't drink."
    Tom looks to the bearded man. "Nice to meet you, but my friend and I have some shots to take."
    "Doesn't sound like she's interested," he says.
    "All right, up to you, kid. Stay and dance with this lumberjack if that's what you want." Tom slams his shot and steps aside.
    "Excuse me." I nod goodbye to the bearded guy and follow Tom to an almost empty corner of