Page 118 of An Inconvenient Marriage
My gaze slowly traveled from the dessert to the spoon gripped between her fingers, to her surprisingly still-red-painted mouth before finally settling on her eyes. Her irises were a few shades darker, and her lids grew heavier by the second.
“I do,” I finally groaned.
Eyes on me, she carefully watched as I got to my feet and moved to her side of the table. Once I was next to her, she dipped the spoon in the tiramisu and held it toward me.
I shook my head. “You take it.”
She took the bite, and the second she freed the silverware, I descended. Taking her face in both my hands, I crashed my lips to hers and plunged my tongue into her mouth. The first thing I tasted was a mixture of creamy chocolate and coffee.
Then it was all Natalie.
Fingers digging into her skin, I angled her head so I could deepen the kiss. I took and took and took until she had nothing more to give and then I took some more. Because whatever she gave me would never be enough.
I’d always want more.
More smiles.
More kisses.
More fucking time with her.
A soft moan escaped her, and when the sound of music filled the air, that moan turned into a gasp. We broke apart at the same time. Both breathing hard, I grinned at her while she stared up at me.
“Is that the song from the club?”
“It is.” I held out my hand. “Dance with me?”
Her palm touched mine, and she allowed me to pull her to her feet. When we were chest to chest, she tilted her head backward and whispered, “I still don’t know how to dance.”
“And I still don’t care.”
Guiding her arms around my neck, I banded mine around her waist and held her close to me.
“This is different than last time,” she breathed.
I lowered my head to speak next to her ear. “Because I want every inch of you touching every inch of me.”
“Oh.”
I rolled my hips and swayed to the beat of the song. Natalie did the same, and to my surprise, her moves weren’t as choppy as before. She was still ways away from dancing like a pro, but there was a definite improvement.
“Have you been practicing?”
“No.” She nibbled on the corner of her mouth. “I think my body just knows how to move with yours.”
And move she did. Three-quarters of the way into the song, I was so wired I thought for sure I’d make a mess inside my pants with the slightest touch from her. But I was also pretty damn determined to see this dance through to the end.
Reaching behind me, I took her hand. “Ready?”
Natalie gave me a quick nod, and I spun her out and back in. Then did it again. When our bodies smashed together the second time, her leg immediately hooked around my waist, and she threw her head and upper body backward.
Instead of pulling her up, I bent forward. My palm skimmed up her leg and under her dress to grab her ass. Then I felt it.
With a growl, I straightened and lifted her other leg around my waist, too. I walked fast, setting her down on the edge of the nearest table. Thank fuck it wasn’t set, or I would have made a hell of a mess.
“What did I tell you?” I gripped the hem of her dress and shoved it all the way up. My hands went to her knees next, shoving her legs apart and stepping between them.
“Didn’t I say no underwear?”
