Chasing Terpsichore (Muses Across Time) Read Online Free

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    The softness of her lips belied the intoxicating power of her taste, mixed with the heady scent of her skin. His senses were overloaded as the woman snaked her fingers into his hair and she drew nearer to his body, pressing her breasts so close he could feel the outline of her taut nipples.
    Somehow reality kicked in. What in God’s name am I doing kissing a strange woman? Reluctantly he withdrew, placing his hands on her shoulders to steady her as he pushed her away, his breathing as rapid as a freight train. “Okay, you have my attention now.” She opened her eyes and looked up into his face.
    Aquamarine eyes, the colour of the Aegean. No, it can’t be .
    Afraid he knew the answer already, he asked anyway. “Care to tell me who you are and what you’re doing here?”
    She smiled. “Don’t you recognise me, James?” Pouting, she placed her hand dramatically over her chest. “I’m deeply wounded.”
    He laughed. Somehow he thought her ego could take it. She looked more like the cat who had swallowed the cream than a wounded one. Still, he couldn’t believe this beautiful woman before him was the self-same, pole-dancing tango teacher he’d met that afternoon. She definitely cleaned up well, and his tightening pants could certainly attest to that. “Miss Olympia? I didn’t recognise you. You look different.”
    Picking up his hand, she turned it over before tracing his heart line with her index finger. “It’s Corey, and aren’t you going to invite me in?”
    He stood back to let her through. “Sure, come in.” Warning bells rang loudly in his head, but he ignored them as she sauntered past him, her hips swaying seductively as she made her way to his couch. What does she want? He’d already decided she wasn’t his type, although she did look better in her surprisingly conservative clothes. With her high–collared white shirt buttoned all the way up to the top and a colourful skirt swishing and swirling around her ankles, no skin showed at all. Yet she still managed to look enticingly sexy. The biggest surprise was her hair. He’d known the blonde mop was a wig, but he never would have guessed at the crowning glory under it. Her hair was magnificent with those amazing red curls flowing way past her shoulders. His hands itched to touch it and feel the softness between his fingers.
    Jeez, he needed to get a grip.
    “Nice place you have here, James.” she said. She smiled while making herself at home on his couch, spreading her arms languorously over the top of it.
    He stared at the gorgeous body sitting on his couch. She confounded him and he asked himself again— Why is she here? “Is there a problem with the charges? The judge dropped them, didn’t he?”
    “No problems at all. In fact, that’s why I’m here. To thank you.” Her green eyes twinkled. “I’d be in real trouble if not for your help. I am deeply in your debt.”
    Remembering the heat of that kiss, he shifted from one foot to another. “Consider me thanked.”
    She lifted her eyebrows and smiled again, a cute little dimple appearing on her cheek. “Oh no, James. I am nowhere near finished thanking you yet.”
    His trousers tightened painfully at her cheeky words. Holy shit . How did this woman get him so revved up inside?
    She stood up and glided over to him, picked up his hand and proceeded to drag him towards the couch, sending tingles through his arm and all over his whole body.
    “I disagree,” he said, his voice sounding much huskier than he wanted it to.
    She sat back down again and he fell onto the couch with her, landing so close that he braced his free hand on the wall behind to stop himself from falling on top of her. She smiled, winking at him as he struggled to put some extra space between them. “No, really…”
    Using her fingers, she kneaded gently along his arm and stopped when she reached his shoulder. “Now don’t go all stuffy on me, James. I know how you kiss, and you kiss darn well, so