Page 64 of Sizzling Desire

The way she felt in my arms last night. The way shebrokein the shower, letting me see that soft, vulnerable side she guards so damn fiercely. The way she let me in.

The way she’s carryingmy baby.

I adjust the collar of my dress shirt, already feeling the heat creeping up my neck. I’m not a suit-and-tie guy, but Kate insisted we dress at leastsemi-formal for the rehearsal. “Look presentable, Kane. Don’t make me regret putting you in my wedding party,” she’d said.

I wasfinewith all of this—until I saw Grace in that dress.

It’s not anything extravagant. A simple navy-blue number that clings to her curves, stops just above the knee, and makes my mouth dry as hell. The fabric stretches across her chest in a way that has my brain short-circuiting, and when she shifts, crossing one leg over the other, my jaw locks.

Fuck me.

I have zero focus left.

“Okay, listen up!” Riley claps her hands together, pulling me from my very un-wedding-appropriate thoughts. “We’re going to start the processional walkthrough. I sent your processional pairings in the group text, so if you haven’t checked your phone, now would be a good time!”

Grace’s head tilts as she checks her phone, then she lifts her gaze, her eyes locking onto mine.

Oh, hell.

Kate grins like she planned this. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Grace exhales loudly, striding over to me. “Guess we’re partners,” she says dryly.

I take in the long line of her legs, the slight sway of her hips. “Guess so.”

She narrows her eyes. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” I lift a brow, my voice a little rougher than I mean for it to be.

She shakes her head. “You’re impossible.”

And yet, she slides her arm through mine like it’s second nature. Like she belongs there.

“Alright, lovebirds, let’s go!” Riley calls, motioning for us to line up. We take our place in line behind Declan and Riley, and I hear theWalking Ladies—a group of nosy older women who somehow know everything—whispering from their places in line as the flower girls.

“That boy hastroublewritten all over him.” Joan whisper-yells.

“Grace better be careful. He looks like the type who leaves panties and broken hearts wherever he goes.” Betty laughs.

“That’sexactlywhy I like him.” Joan says back.

I nearly laugh.

Grace groans under her breath. “I swear, they have nothing better to do.”

I glance down at her. “They’re not wrong, you know.”

She arches a brow. “About what? The panties or the broken hearts?”

I grin. “Both.”

She shakes her head, but I catch the flicker of a smile before she schools her features.

We fall into step as Riley instructs us on how to move down the aisle, and despite everything—despite the fact that we’re standing here at someone else’s wedding rehearsal, despite the fact that she’s pregnant with my kid and still hasn’t fully let me in—something settles in my chest.

Because for the first time, it hits me.

This is what I want.

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