Are you going to dance with me, Senator? It's the only…

““Are you going to dance with me, Senator? It's the only dignified way I can get my hands on you at the moment." Alan let the first wave of desire take him-a rush that blanked everyone else from his sight and hearng for one heady instant. Carefully he banked it before he rose and took her hand. "Strange how closely our minds work." After leading her to the dance floor he gathered her to him. "And how well," he murmured as their bodies melded together, "we fit." Shelby tilted her head back. "We shouldn't." Her eyes promised hot, private secrets. Her lips tempted-just parted, just curved. The hand on his shoulder moved nearer to his neck so she could brush his skin with her fingertips. "We shouldn't fit.We shouldn't understand each other.I can't quite figure out why we do." "You defy logic,Shelby.And therefore, logically,there's no reasonable answer." She laughed, pleased with the structured workings of his mine. "Oh, Alan, you're much too sensible to be argued with." "Which means you'll constantly do so." "Exactly." Still smiling,she rested her head on his shoulder. "You know me too well for my own good, Alan...and perhaps for yours. I'm in danger of adoring you." He remembered Myra had used that word to describe Shelby's feelings for her father. "I'll take the risk.Will you?””

— Nora Roberts