I joined Ben in the line as the whole wedding party followed the moves in perfect sync.
When the song was over, I smiled and nodded my approval.
‘You’re full of surprises.’
‘Why?’ He smirked. ‘Don’t tell me you believed that old stereotype that white men can’t dance?’
‘Course not,’ I scoffed. ‘I just never knew thatyoucould!’ I laughed.
‘Theaudacity!’ Ben mock-gasped. ‘I’ll have you know that I have excellent rhythm. I knowexactlyhow to move my hips.’
Our eyes locked and my filthy mind wondered if Ben moved his hips just as well in the bedroom.
‘Prove it.’
‘Here, or somewhere else?’ He held my gaze, his eyes the colour of charcoal.
‘Let’s start with here. You can do the electric slide, but let’s see if you can whine too.’
‘Challenge accepted.’
Ben pulled me into him, pressing his hard body against mine.
I parted my legs slightly and he slid one of his in between and we bumped and grinded our bodies together to the reggae beat.
The way we were dancing made the moves in films likeDirty Dancinglook innocent. And feeling Ben’s growing erection pressed against my belly only made me grind my hips harder and faster.
‘I think we should kiss again now,’ he whispered into my ear and the sensation of his sweet hot breath on my neck drove me wild. ‘Trent and Esme are watching.’
‘Great idea,’ I said.
Before I had a chance to steady myself, Ben slammed his lips onto mine. My knees buckled, but Ben tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me in closer.
With every second, his mouth grew greedier and more insistent.
As his tongue plundered my mouth, a moan flew from my throat and my body temperature shot up a zillion degrees.
Holy. Bloody. Shit.
Ben definitely knew how to kiss.
My blood was on fire, my brain scrambled and desire pulsed between my legs.
I’d thought our snog on the beach was out of this world, but this wasn’t even in the same stratosphere.
I swore I’d died and gone to heaven.
There was no way the human body could withstand this level of intensity.
Of all the ways to leave this earth, popping my clogs because a smoking-hot kiss finished me off wasn’t a bad way to go.
I ran my hands through his hair, then trailed them down his back before skimming his arse.
‘What are you trying to do to me, Jeffries?’ Ben said as he pulled away slowly. ‘You’re driving me crazy.’
A fresh wave of heat and need flooded my body.
He felt it too.
