Not only did the bass at the club shake the teeth right out of Quin's mouth, but it was an insistent beat that pulsed perfectly in time with the rhythm of her heart. Strobing lights cut through the dark, coloring the throngs of dancing people in sporadic flashes of intense neon blues and purples.
Quin danced in the midst of the packed mass of people, moving in time with the incessant beat that drove her hips.
Quin allowed her head to fall backwards, leaning against him briefly, baring the graceful column of her throat. She moved her hips backward in an almost seductive way, allowing the coarse texture of his jeans to brush against the leather material of her dress. This was a test, a direct challenge to see how he would respond. Ethan didn't move away. No, his hands slipped off her wais
