Grabbing her hand, I spin her around and around until she stumbles a bit, and her chest collides with mine. A genuine smile lights up her entire face when she looks up at me. “Did you seriously just twirl me?”
“I did, and you absolutely failed to follow my lead,” I laugh, steadying her with my hands on her waist.
Shaking her head, she saunters to the table in the corner of the living room, her hips swaying with each step she takes. “You married men are crazy in the most boring way possible.”
“I’m not married,” I correct her.
“You aren’t married yet…” She smiles at me over her shoulder, and that simple look says more than she likely meant to share with me.
The fact that she’s thinking about marrying me after three months together sums up our relationship. Everything about us has been fast paced, but I’m so fucking happy that I don’t even care. She moved in with me after the Stanley Cup win, a whole six weeks after we officially started dating. Some might say this is all happening too fast, but it’s my life. I’m grasping onto everything I can with this girl.
Gianna kicks off her heels, grabbing hold of the wall for support. I’m surprised she’s been able to keep them on the entire night after the number of drinks she had. I shouldn’t be shocked,because I remember how easily I used to put them away when I was her age.
When her eyes meet mine, there’s a fire in her dark, tawny irises. I shake my head and smile at her. “Not yet. I want to talk about you dancing on the bar when I was in the restroom.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” There’s a hint of dismissal in her clipped response, but she’s not getting off that easily.
“You climbed up on the bar without even using one of the bar stools.” I cross my arms over my chest and lean my back against the wooden door. “Which I believe, seeing as I’ve watched you do it before.”
“Allegedly…” She points her finger at me as she says it, as if I’m just going to let this go.
I chuckle, “Multiple people recall the exact same events. I believe the song playing at the time of the crime wasCrazy Bitchby Buckcherry.”
“It’s all hear-say if you ask me.” Gianna shrugs, slowly crossing the room until she’s once again in front of me. “I’m not even sure I know that song.”
“Oh, my sweet demon of chaos,” I laugh, causing her to glare at me. “I know for a fact that you know the song well.”
“Priori assumption,” she shouts before bursting into a fit of giggles. Since Gianna started preparing for law school in the fall, she’s been throwing legal terminology into daily conversations.
“Chaos, there’s also been a video of the offense submitted into evidence,” I tease her with legal jargon.
Her eyes roll so far back in her head that I’m convinced she just gave herself a headache. “Of course there is. Did you like watching me shake my ass? How many times did you watch me move the way that drives you crazy?”
“I loved every second of it. Though, I am wondering why you waited until I was out of the room to start dancing the way youonly do for me.” I drop my arms to my sides. “I loved it so much that I even had Britt send me a copy for my own personal use.”
“You are such a dirty old man.” She bites her lip in a failed attempt to hide her smile.
“You are chaos in a hot little body.” My hands glide down her ribs, over the dip at her waist, and around her curvy hips.
“That's not exactly an insult.” Her words are a mixture of sass and sexy with that little moan at the end.
“Were we insulting each other? I thought we were just stating facts,” I whisper against her ear before nipping at her lobe.
Gianna takes one of my wandering hands and places it on her cheek, a rare vulnerability in her eyes. “I love you.”
“Fuck, Chaos,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers, my hands tangling in her hair. “I love you so fucking much. I even love all your crazy.”
She crashes her lips to mine, and whatever restraint I had left vanishes at the feel of her mouth. My tongue delves between her lips, tangling with hers.
I grab her, hands sliding down her bare back, loving the way the back of this dress dips just above her round ass. She tastes like champagne and sugar, a delicious mix of our dessert before the end of the reception.
Her hands fist my suit jacket like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. She should know by now that the only place I want to be is wherever she is.
We stagger backward, knocking into the wall and a weirdly placed table in the living room. She laughs against my mouth, and I can’t fight back my own smile.
“Bedroom,” I groan into her mouth before tasting her with another sweep of my tongue. “Right fucking now, Chaos.”
Gianna breaks the kiss, and the naughty look in her eyes tells me she has a wicked plan. “I have a better idea.”
