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Should she have said she didn’t want to marry him? Maybe she’d been too pushy. Or had she been too evasive? Had he wanted her to throw herself at him and tell him she couldn’t wait to marry him?
Fuck, the not knowing was killing her, even more than the anticipation over telling him her big news.
She forced herself to smile at their friends as they ate and chatted. To laugh at Aria’s toast as she poked fun at her father for falling in love with a woman the same age as his daughter. Though she didn’t have to fake the tears when Aria told Lottie she’d always thought of her as family, they’d just made it official, or when Frankie had sniffled her way through telling Braden that he’d found himself the best damn woman in the world and he’d better be good to her or she would sic Holden on him.
And when Braden led his glowing bride out onto the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife, Silver’s heart stammered in her chest at the love shining from their faces as they swayed together, clearly lost in their own little world.
After that first dance, the atmosphere shifted, as if they’d all heaved a collective sigh of relief that it was almost over, and they’d made it, and they could all finally just relax.
But then the hand on the back of Silver’s neck tightened and Ice leaned in, his voice a low growl in her ear. “Dance with me, my naughty little goddess.”
Feeling like a high schooler at prom being asked to dance by the boy she had a crush on, Silver let him take her hand and guide her onto the floor. It was a slow number, one that allowed him to pull her close, his hands gripping her hips as she draped her arms loosely around his shoulders.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“It was.” A soft, dreamy sigh slipped free before she thought to squash it. “Leave it to Lottie.”
“I’m not talking about the wedding.”
She lifted her eyes to his, and suddenly her lungs were too tight for her to drag in enough oxygen. “Oh.”
“Mmm.” Pulling her even closer against him, his hard cock pressing against her belly, he nuzzled at her neck. “You always look beautiful, baby. But tonight…”
“You clean up pretty good yourself, Mr. Rockstar.”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “I still prefer your goddess of the night look. But this dress… yeah, you’re keeping this dress.”
Need heated her skin as his thumbs rubbed distracting little circles over her hip bones. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love me.”
“I do.”
Somehow, he’d managed to maneuver them to the opposite end of the dance floor, closest to the doors. The music switched, soft and romantic giving way to pumping bass and electrifying beats. Gripping her hand, Ice tugged her toward the doors and through them as the crowd behind them jumped and sang at the top of their lungs.
“Where are we going?”
“Somewhere private.” Like a dog hunting its prey, he swung his head around, looking for… something. What, exactly, she wasn’t sure.
But then he locked in, and she saw the corner of his lip curl up. “There.”
“The bathroom?” She couldn’t quite hide the incredulity from her voice as he tugged her toward a door with a little plaque beside it marking it as a ‘family bathroom’.
He gave the knob a jiggle, then yanked it open when he found it unlocked, pulling her in behind him. The door shut again, and he flipped the lock before turning to pin her with a look that was so Daddy it had her stomach dropping to her knees.
“All right, little girl. We need to have a talk.”
Chapter 8
Ice
Eyes wide, pupils blown with that hint of fear he so loved to see in her, Silver inhaled sharply. “Sir?”
“You’re hiding something from me, babygirl. Spill it.”
Her gaze darted to the left, and his stomach twisted. “Am I really that obvious?”
So it wasn’t his imagination, after all. Fuck. “Like an open book. Hey.” Cupping her face, he nudged her head up but she kept her gaze firmly averted.
