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Sebestyen opened the music box, then turned and coiled his left arm around her back.
"Rock back and forth, from side to side. Like this." He swayed to the side and started to fall. She wrapped her arms around his ribs and steadied him until he regained his balance.
"Careful, Sebestyen. Do not hurt yourself."
"I won't. I haven't danced with someone in so long. Please, indulge me," he begged.
"I'm honored to have you teach me." She quivered as he pulled her closer. The feel of his muscular arms enveloping her made her heart beat faster. A pulsing heat spread into her lower belly. She wasn't sure how to dance, but she loved the way Sebestyen held her.
She rested her head against his broad chest and took a deep breath. Sebestyen smelled like a combination of musk and spices. The exotic scent invited her to get closer.
"It's not about the dancing as much as holding a beautiful woman in my arms," he whispered, then inhaled deep. "You're wearing the lilac scent I left in your room."
"Yes. Do you like it?"
"Very much." Sebestyen bent his head and kissed the side of her neck.
She gasped and looked up at him.
"I hope you're not angry with me."
"No, not at all," she replied, her chest heaving against his. She was far from angry; she wanted him to do it again. "I'm surprised. No one's ever kissed me before."
"Never? Not anywhere?"
She shook her head.
"Then this shall be a night of many firsts for you." He cupped her chin and tilted her head upward. "Let me teach you."