Oh, Logan. I'd give in, lol:

He caught her arm, hating the way that made her flinch, the spike of fear in her scent. He let her go. “That’s not what I want,” he ground out. “Not in front of those other men. I want a private dance, just for me.” His eyes made their way down her body, desire flaring at the thought of— “I want you to dance just for me,” he repeated.

Author's Response: Lol me too!