“Marry you?!” Standing quickly, I threw my hands down. The glass was empty, or I would have gotten mimosa all over my dress. “I don’t want to benearyou!”
Laughing, Kain pushed off of the wall. “Please. You really think you’re done with me?”
He was getting closer; I tightened my jaw and stood tall. I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me. Idefinitelywasn’t going to let him get under my skin ... or on my skin ... and fuck, now I was thinking about his naked body all over again.
Kain was on me, his breath caressing my cheek. “You’re all red,” he whispered. “That because of me?”
Pressure pounded in my ears. Every air particle was affected by him, the distance between us pointless. He wasn’t touching me yet, but my lower belly flipped and went wiggly like he was.
I ran my tongue over my lower lip—he followed it with his eyes. “Kain, what happened last night was a mistake.”
“This mistake made you scream so hard I think the whole house heard you.”
My eyes shot wide. “That—don’t act like you were that good!”
His arm passed my ear, his palm touching the vanity behind me, blocking me in. Every wave of heat that came off of his body sank into me. Were my kneesshaking?“Listen to me, beautiful. I know I was good. And you know I was good. So stop playing, and if you ask nicely, maybe I’ll take you for another round. I’d love to eat that sweet pussy of yours, didn’t get to last night, ya know? I’d hate for you to think I wasn’t a gentleman.”
Words failed me. Even my muscles were failing me. Gripping the top of the chair, I sank back onto it. Kain didn’t let me go, he followed me down, his sharp nose brushing the tip of mine.
When he licked his teeth, my clit swelled, imagining his tongue on me.
Rubbing my legs together, I swallowed loudly. “You’re definitely not a gentleman.”
“Then what am I?”
A jerk, an asshole, a dickhead ...
The best fuck I’ve ever had.
Francesca busted into the room. “Okay! Let’s finish up and—Kain!”
Her brother spun away from me, all evidence that he’d been soaking my panties vanishing. “Sis,” he said, grabbing her shoulders. “You look amazing.”
She blushed, doing a twirl for him. “Think Midas will run from the altar?”
“If he does, he’s a damn idiot.”
It occurred to me as they laughed together ... just how similar they looked. She had the same angular jaw as her brother, and he had her thick lashes and sparkling eyes. They were comfortable together. It made me a little envious that I had no siblings.
Studying how Kain treated his sister, my mood shifted. He was protective, kind, even sweet. None of the sides he’d shown to me.
No. I saw something like that in his eyes ... right before I passed out.
I had to forget that moment. Guys who were full of themselves just hurt the women who fell for them. I was not about to fall for Kain Badd. Not a fucking chance.
Francesca fanned her face. “Oh, gawd, it’s just a few minutes away. Sammy, get up and make sure this dress is on me right.”
“It’s fine, really.” Standing, I weaved around Kain, leaving a wide berth. There was never enough room between us. Tucking the ribbons on her corset, I pulled—then nodded. “You’re perfect. Trust me.”
Pulling at the top of her dress, she puffed out her cheeks. “Whoo. My tits are sweating, I’m so nervous.”
“Let’s get you out there,” I said, eyeing the clock. “It’s almost showtime.”
Francesca marched in front of us as we left the room. The plan was to head out a back kitchen door and into the rose garden. The groom wasn’t allowed to leave the pavilion near the front of the house until she was stashed away in her own personal tent.
It was a quick trip, most of the grass was flat and even. When we turned into the garden, I tried to lift my dress and step over a few rocks. My weight shifted too fast—I started to fall, my ankle going out under me. “Aah!”
Firm, strong arms circled my waist and under one arm. Kain cradled me against him, his chest on my mostly naked back. “Careful,” he said in my ear. “Don’t want you getting hurt. Then how will you tempt all the boys with your fancy hip moves?”