<em>Bo et al.</em><br/><br/>"It's okay, my toes can take it," Bo returned with a smile as he led Nicci to an area on the floor that was free of furnishings.  With his hand firmly encasing hers, he spun her quickly into him so that their bodies pressed together, his other hand slid around to her lower back.  Pausing, he gazed down into her warm, green eyes and felt his own eyes dilate as a warm flush of desire radiated throughout his body.  Her light, airy scent caressed his nostrils, drawing him closer.<br/><br/>To the beat of the music, he took several quick steps forward.  His smile widened as he felt Nicci's feet moving effortlessly with his own, her earlier modesty apparent.  Modesty was a trait that Bo respected.  As they moved in unison across the floor, their bodies melded.  Bo didn't speak.  He knew there would be plenty of time to learn about this woman through her words, right now he was discovering what he needed in the way that their bodies flowed together.  There were, after all, many ways to know a woman.  And what Bo was coming to understand now was how much more that he desired to learn about Nicci.  That she was athletic, self-confident, sensual, and took his breath away with each step was all too obvious by the time the first song was coming to an end.<br/><br/>As he paused, holding her in the middle of the floor and returning her gaze, Bo realized that at some point with her he had lost focus on the room around him and the others in it.  For a few precious moments it had been just the two of them.  He also realized how strongly he needed to be with Nicci, in every way.  Such a quick, firm connection startled him.  He hadn't expected to feel such longing so soon, but even more surprising to him was how ready for it he felt.  Spontaneously, he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to her forehead, then withdrew, looking down into her eyes.<br/><br/>"That was lovely, Nicci," he said in a soft, deep voice.  Then he relaxed his hold slightly, but didn't pull away.