Page 5 of Four Weddings to Fall in Love
When he steps back, my chest deflates.I assume he’s changed his mind about this dancing business, but then he removes his suit jacket and holds it in my direction.
“Take it,” he says.“You’ve been standing by the heater and shivering all night.”
“So youhavebeen watching me.”Pleased, I drape the jacket over my shoulders.It’s loose—his shoulders are much broader than mine—but I instantly feel warmer.
“Perhaps.”
Max isn’t the greatest conversationalist, but that’s okay.Talking isn’t what I have in mind for the evening, and there’s something particularly thrilling about getting a guy like this unbuttoned.I have fond memories of a starchy actuary I met post-Troy.Even if I hadn’t already sworn off long-term relationships, we never would have worked out.First of all, he literally counted in his sleep, and second of all, he makes Max seem talkative.I felt like I was performing a monologue.
But he knew how to use his mouth in other ways, if you know what I mean, and we had a very good weekend together.I have similar hopes for tonight.
The song ends, and a new one starts.
“I hate this song,” Max mutters.
“Yeah?I don’t think I know it.Sing the chorus for me.”
As expected, the suggestion of singing earns me a glare, but he pulls me a little closer.My heart rate kicks up a notch.
“You’ll hear it in approximately nine seconds,” he says.
I still don’t recognize the song, but that doesn’t mean I can’t dance to it.I shimmy my shoulders and sway my hips.I hope it makes him think about how I could move horizontally.Or against a door.I’m okay with that, too, but I’ve recently decided I’m too old for shower sex.
Max isn’t moving as much as I am, but he shuffles his feet and keeps a hold on me.Out of the corner of my eye, I see Iris talking to Tessa’s father, and she shoots me a thumbs-up.
I return my attention to Max.For the first time today, I feel pleasantly warm.His body heat, his jacket… My hand drifts to his hair, and I tilt my head up.
“Not here,” he says shortly, then drags me off the dance floor.
“Where are we going?”I struggle to keep up with him in my stilettos.I can’t wait to get out of these shoes.
“I don’t know.Away.I don’t kiss in public.”
Just the thought of his mouth on mine…it’s enough to make my skin prickle.
The lake isn’t far, but it’s far enough that no one can see us clearly from the tent.I figure that’ll suffice.When I stop walking, he puts both hands on my waist.
“Lower,” I murmur, moving his hands so he’s grabbing my ass.
Then I leaned forward and kiss him.
His lips immediately part for me.He tastes of berry vanilla wedding cake.With all the fondant, I found the cake too sweet, but when combined with his mouth…
Mmm.
Under the moonlit sky, strains of music and laughter reaching us from the reception, this could be a romantic moment, if romance were on my mind, but it isn’t.
No, I want something different.
His tongue touches mine.He makes an irresistible groan that I want to hear again and again…just for tonight.
He hitches up the bottom of my dress and slides one hand up my leg, squeezing my ass gently.I pull him closer, molding myself against him.My body hums in approval when I feel his erection.This is what I need.Him inside me.That perfectly pressed dress shirt wrinkled on the floor.Hands, lips, teeth, tongue…everywhere.My body spiraling up and up toward its release.
I itch to loosen the knot of his tie, to make him a little disheveled, but I sense he wouldn’t like that unless he was behind closed doors, so I leave it.For now.
Yes, I think this is going to be a very good night.
Someone clears their throat, and Max immediately backs away from me.Disappointed, I glance behind us.
