" We’re dancing on air,” I whisper as another wave of heat moves through me.
He grins even as he pulls me closer and spins us across the dance floor. “Now you know what it feels like.”
“What what feels like?”
“Being next to you.”
Everything inside me stills at his admission, and I move even closer, wanting, needing, to feel all of him against all of me.
Hudson must feel the same way, because his arms tighten around me and he’s lifting me up, up, up, until our faces are on the same level and we’re pressed together from shoulder to hip to thigh.
“Hi,” I whisper as his mouth hovers inches away from my own.
“Hi,” he answers as I instinctively lock my legs around his hips. "

― Tracy Wolff , Covet (Crave, #3)