- Release Date
- June 2012
- Book 2 of Gypsy Lovers
Carrying a tambourine, Talaitha climbed onto the stage with Cambio. She saw the lord standing a few feet away, his broad chest and narrow waist showed to advantage. He was a handsome man.
Against her will, liquid fire filled her belly. She commanded her body to stop; this man was not for the likes of her, but her body would not listen. She felt a savage desire for him. Had he cast a spell on her?
When she looked at him the liquid fire crept into her veins, and flowed right down to the tips of her toes and the ends of her fingertips. She felt the heat in her face. Inwardly, she cursed herself.
Cambio stroked his guitar. Delilah began the intricate dance steps and Talaitha joined her.
Might the Gadjo decide he preferred Delilah? Vicious jealousy of Delilah's generously curvaceous figure swept over her. She glanced over to where the Gadjo stood. He was not looking at Delilah, but at herself. Again, her rebellious body allowed the flames to spread like wildfire through her, but this time she did not fight it.
Talaitha gave herself to the dance, allowing her unreasonable passion for him to overcome her as she glided and turned, following the steps. She was aware of the sway of her own hips, the twist of her waist, the way her breasts lifted as she took her arms above her head and touched her fingers to the tambourine.
She could feel her thighs brush gently one against the other, the delicious slip and slide of her dress against her skin. Even the touch of the frayed silk ribbons of the tambourine against her naked arms was arousing.
She could feel his eyes devouring her, though she would not, did not, dare look directly at him. She could feel his desire on her skin, on her breasts, even in that most secret part of her between her legs.
She let her own desire mix with his to move her, to consume her. When she looked out at the audience she saw an answering desire obvious on the face of every man there, and the women's faces were flushed.
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