Remember how he farts in his sleep!
But my brain isn’t listening to any logic because I can’t look away. There’s something so endearing seeing him like this. Being sweet. And smiling with his dimples on full display. You’d never know his face is hiding those dimples with the way he scowls, but there they are. Front and center and looking lick-able.
Oh, shit I can’t be thinking about licking Chase’s face. My legs squeeze together, feeling aroused from eye fucking Chase, knowing exactly how good he feels inside me. I can’t seem to help it though. His shirt is rolled up on his arms, showing off his muscular forearms, and the top few buttons are open, exposing his tanned chest with a smattering of light chest hair that has me wanting to run my fingers through it, just to see how it feels. And that ass. A memory surfaces of him in the bathroom and how he…
Yeah. No more alcohol for me.
He catches me staring and I raise my almost empty champagne glass. He smiles and those dimples are now trained on me.
My stomach flips as he tells the flower girl goodbye and he walks over to me, hands shoved into his pockets. His hair has become mussed from all the dancing, and it hangs over his forehead. He offers a hand out to me, and I frown at him confused.
“Dance with me?”
I chew on my bottom lip. I shouldn’t. If he touches me right now, I might combust and do something stupid. But again, the alcohol swimming in my veins drowns out any reason and I see my hand take his. Electricity sparks up my skin the moment our hands touch. God, I want him. I know all the reasons I shouldn’t, but they seem to fade away.
He pulls me onto the dance floor right as the DJ cues up a slow song. Chase snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. We fit together perfectly, my hips meeting his. His hand sits right above my ass and the warmth of his skin melts into mine. I wonder if he can feel how hard my heart is beating right now as he moves us together in time with the music.
My thoughts are a jumble of screaming this is wrong, and please don’t ever let me go.
Chase’s face is dangerously close to mine. So close that I can feel his breath hit my lips.
I’m dimly aware that we’re surrounded by our parents’ closest friends and family, but that knowledge seems inconsequential to the want that’s taken up residence in my core.
And what I want, is Chase Milford.
A blush creeps over my face, as his thumb makes a circle on my lower back.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he says and my eyes finally meet his.
“Thank you,” I manage to squeak out. I feel the weight of his gaze on me, his hands gripping me tightly. Chase hates me for hurting him, doesn’t he? Then why is he touching me like that isn’t the case?
There’s an expression hidden in that stormy abyss of his gray eyes that captures my attention. I’m used to his cockiness. His arrogance. His teasing. His ire. But this is something new. Something that looks like a man tortured. It’s vulnerable and heartbreaking, like he’s feeling this pull just as much as I am. It’s gone in the blink of an eye when he spins me. I follow his lead, careful not to trip over my own feet as I spin back into him. He holds me against him, and it looks for a moment like he might kiss me, and all the air in my lungs evaporates, waiting. Wondering. Hoping. He licks his lips, and his gray eyes flick down to stare at mine. I can feel the heat radiating off him. My breathing quickens while his hand grips my dress, fingers gliding along my exposed skin. I inhale at the feel of him, pressing against my thigh. My eyes widen and my core clenches remembering just how amazing he felt pressing into me. A dark and forbidden thought wishes he would whisk me away and fuck me senseless.
The song ends to a round of applause, breaking whatever spell has come over us. We jump apart quickly, and I have the urge to run. I need to get as far away from Chase Milford as possible.
My hands nervously pull at my dress as I walk back to the table, feeling a million scrutinizing eyes on my back. I wonder what they must think of us, the children of the bride and groom dancing close like that.
Indecent.
Did you see…?
How scandalous.
I bet they’re fucking.
The murmurs assault my ears as I walk past. It’s Langford all over again. My face flames and I keep walking past the tables and out the door. The air is warm even though the sun has set long ago. It smells of ocean and tiki torches to ward off the mosquitos Florida is known for. Not today Zika virus.
“Hey, you, okay?” Chase asks, and I turn taking him in. I’m not surprised he found me. He always does.
As he stalks towards me, he seems genuinely concerned. He holds out a full champagne glass to me and I take it from him gratefully. Fuck the hangover that’s coming, I need this.
“Yeah, fine. Just needed to get some air.” I take a swig of the overly sweet tasting alcohol.
“Don’t worry about what they think. It doesn’t matter.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “You heard that?”
“Kinda hard not to. They weren’t exactly whispering what they thought of us.”
