Our mouths had moved against one another’s with so much intensity that I was desperate for him to touch me too.
My knickers were already sodden and I swear I wouldn’t just have sold one kidney, I would’ve donated both for free if Ben could’ve hitched my dress up and swiped his finger over my clit.
Or better still, his tongue.
Oh God.
This was too much.
I needed him to kiss me again.
Right now.
‘Are we gonna practise again, Big Ben, or not?’ I said, no longer caring if I sounded too eager.
‘Finally, she uses an appropriate nickname,’ he chuckled. ‘I like the sound of practising very much, but maybe it’s best if we save the next kiss for our audience.’
My body sagged and my horny pussy wept with disappointment.
‘Fine,’ I sulked. ‘Guess we should get back. They’ll be cutting the cake soon.’
Ben took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and led me back to the wedding reception.
I was very concerned about how much I was starting to love the feel of his palm in mine. It was so big, warm and protective.
Now that I thought about it, this hand-holding stuff was also a very important part of the act. In fact, it wasessentialthat Ben hold my hand for the rest of the night. Hopefully he’d agree.
Once the cake was cut and more photos were taken, the DJ officially declared the dance floor open.
‘Shall we?’ Ben asked.
‘Yep! I’ve never partied on a beach before.’
The sound of Cameo’s ‘Candy’ vibrated in the air and everyone cheered.
‘Yes!’ I grinned. ‘Now don’t be freaked out, what you’re about to see isn’t some kind of flashmob thing where everyonelaunches into a pre-rehearsed dance routine out of nowhere. Everyone’s about to do a dance called?—’
‘The electric slide,’ Ben jumped in.
‘You’ve heard of it?’ My mouth fell open.
‘Of course!’ He rolled his eyes, then chuckled. ‘Don’t act so surprised. It’s a dance routine that’s also known as the Candy Dance and is like a line dance with a repetitive sequence of steps that people do at parties, weddings and other gatherings.’
‘Wow. I’m impressed! So you know the name, but do you know how to do the steps?’
‘Do you really need to ask?’ He cocked his head to the side as if I’d just asked something obvious, like whether the earth was round.
Ben started doing the routine effortlessly, beginning with two steps to the right, the same to the left, followed by two backward steps, leaning forward, then back, before doing a slick hop and turn, then restarting the sequence.
And he didn’t justdothe steps, he aced them with his trademark swagger.
Oh Lord.
So the man looked hot, loved my favourite romance novel,andnow he’d just revealed he could dance too.
I was well and truly fucked.
If only.
