“Probably Max’s idea,” Kevin said.
“I think this is the most unique first dance I’ve ever seen. I’m definitely gonna do something like this at my wedding…Wait. Scratch that. I’m not the best dancer, so maybe I’ll have a rap battle.”
His dimples sank in and he kissed her hand. “Yeah. I guess we could do that.”
There were those tingles again. “Did you just saywe, Kevin? Likewe’regonna get married some day? Like I might be your future wifey? Did I hear you right?”
He rolled his eyes, but there was still a smile on his face. “Yeah, you heard me right…Now, fuck off.”
“Language,” Tyler reprimanded from across the table.
Jasmin was neither deterred nor offended by his rudeness, but still sided with Tyler. “He’s such a grumpy asshole, isn’t he?” She plucked a kiss on his cheek before facing the other man.
“I don’t think it’s grumpiness,” Tyler said. “I think cussing just runs in the family.”
“Not true,” Shane argued. “Dom and I are respectable gentlemen. I don’t know what Mom and Dad did wrong with the rest of these hooligans.”
Jordan giggled. “We’re just very expressive.”
There were no stilted moments in the conversation. His family truly was amazing and it was so easy to get swept into the banter because they didn’t exclude her. They laughed and teased each other. She wasn’t excluded from that either. Mostly they mocked her about her poor taste in men. Kevin had told her a lot about his family, but somehow interacting with them was far better than she’d imagined.
“Okay, I’m ready to dance the night away,” Jordan said after swallowing her last bite of dessert. “Who’s with me?”
Tyler shook his head. “I’ve learned that to keep up with you on the dance floor, I need a few more drinks in me. I’ll catch up soon.”
“No drinks needed for me,” Jasmin replied. “Dancing is my forte.”
“It really isn’t,” Kevin chuckled.
She gave him a quick kiss and headed to the dance floor with Jordan. Max and Danny pulled away from each other to join them. Two songs in and Jasmin realized that sarees and dancing weren’t the best combination. It was time to change into her party dress.
Kevin got her overnight bag from the car and waited outside the ladies’ room while she changed. She was still a little nervous to wear the dress—the short, black number she’d bought in Vegas, but over the months she’d learned not to be discouraged by nervousness.
She walked out of the restroom and Kevin’s mouth dropped open. He had a way of staring at her, that penetrating gaze that made her feel exposed and exhilarated at the same time. The intensity in his cobalt blue eyes left her hot, wet and aching.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “Is that what you’re wearing?”
“Not bad for a twelve-year old boy, huh?”
“That dress make you look at least…thirteen. Damn! Now we really need to keep you away from cousin Morris.” His eyes were still scanning her up and down like he was about to devour her. “Turn around.”
She slowly turned around and the strained groan she heard brought a satisfied smile to her face. “It does make my ass look big,” she said.
“Huge.” He stepped towards her and his hands slid down to firmly cup her ass. “I think you should make peace with the fact that nothing can make it look small. This ass is so big it has its own gravitational pull. Look what happens when I try to take my hand off it.” He withdrew his hand and slapped her hard against her left butt cheek. “See? It snaps right back.”
He smiled, but there was no humor in it. After a less than gentle squeeze, he grabbed her hand and started walking down the long hallway. They passed the door leading back to the dance floor and she realized that they weren’t returning to the party.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
His response wasn’t immediate. “You know, I actually had quite a romantic night planned for us. I got us a room in a really fancy hotel with a nice, big bed. We haven’t seen each other in six months and I wanted to make it special. Had roses and candles and soft music…All that corny boyfriend stuff. I was gonna take my time and re-learn every inch of you.” He was walking faster now and she had trouble keeping up with him in her heels. “But then you…and Alfred…and whoever made that dress went and fucked it up.”
For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out who this guy was. “Who’s Alfred?”
He didn’t answer. They reached the end of the hallway and even though she could still hear the music, this side of the building was completely deserted. There was another restroom there and he dragged her into one of the stalls. He shut the door and pushed her up against it.
Her eyes grew wide. “I know you’re not thinking about doing the nasty here…in a public place…with yourentirefamily just down the hall.”
He smiled, stripping off his suit jacket and tossing it over the door. He loosened his tie, heat and hunger flickering in his eyes. It was obvious that he didn’t care one bit about where they were. God, he looked so sexy and she wanted to throw herself at him, but their location was a problem for her.
