I can’t resist flexing beneath her hold and casting her a flirty smirk. “You know it, kitten.”
She makes an exaggerated purring noise in response, batting her eyelashes. It’s sexy as heck.
I’m staring down at her, biting my lip when she suddenly yells, “Oh, oh, I remember now–we’re going for cheeseburgers!”
I flinch back a little, startled by her outburst. “But …” I say slowly, furrowing my brow in thought. “Didn’t we just have cake?”
She looks up at me with wide eyes. “You’re right! We had cake. Mm. Mm. Mmmmm. It was good cake too.”
“Good cake,” I repeat, nodding in agreement. “So good. We should tell Piper and Aidan how good it was.”
“Yes! We definitely should,” she says. She removes her hand from my arm and it suddenly feels cold. Then she waves it in front of my face as though trying to get my attention–as if I could possibly see anything but her at this moment. Or any moment together, really. “Ohhhh, wait– wait!” she cries, her voice rising in excitement again.
I wait, but she doesn’t continue. When I raise my arm, making an exaggerated, ‘go on,’ gesture and shooting her an expectant look she finally squeals, “It’smycake!”
“Huh?”
“It’smine! Well, I mean, notminemine, butmine. It came from my café!” She bounces on her toes in excitement.
It’s adorable.
“Well, you did a great job,” I praise.
“I did?”
I nod again.
“Yeah, I did!” she smiles, pleased with herself. “Well … one of my bakers did.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. ButIhired him!!” She bounces again, her voice filled with obvious pride.
“Nice.”
“I know, right?” Lucy twirls one of her wild glossy curls around a finger, grinning wide and swaying a little. I reach out an arm to steady her but find my own balance a little precarious as well. We stumble into each other again, laughing.
This time I make no effort to release her. No, this time I wrap my arms a little tighter around her instead. Despite the alcohol, my cock has sprung to life and is immediately rock hard. It presses painfully against the fly of my dress pants.
“Oops!” she slides her hands to rest on my chest and gazes up at me, her eyes dark in the moonlight.
“Oops,” I repeat softly, now gripping her hips. I pull her against me so she can feel what she does to me and she gasps. Before I can think too much about it I lean down and claim her mouth. That tantalizing, teasing mouth. Lucy responds to me immediately, moaning into the kiss, her body melting beneath my touch. She reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck, carding her fingers into the hair at my nape. Pressed into me like this I can feel the hard points of her nipples against my thin dress shirt.
Hmm. I’m not wearing my suit jacket. I wonder where–
She lets out a soft little satisfied humming noise. It’s cute as heck and it drags me ferociously back to the moment. Screw the jacket, she feels incredible. So much better than I imagined.
And yes, okay, I’ve imagined it.
I know I shouldn’t be doing this. There’s a reason. There’s a reason … but I can’t remember it right now. Don’t want to.
The kiss turns sloppy and needy. I slide my hands up to frame her face, angling her just the way I want her and licking frantically into her mouth. She moans again, soft and low, shivering in my arms and the reaction spurs me to take–takemore. I reach around and grab a handful of her hair, letting loose with a growl from deep in my chest. My other hand snakes between us–seemingly of its own accord–to palm her breast. I’ll admit that I’ve checked out her tits a time or two before. Or a hundred. Sue me, I’m a boob guy and Lucy’s are perfection–definitely more than a handful. I grope her roughly, without finesse like a desperate teenager, but … that’s exactly how I feel at this moment.
Desperate and out of control.
Seeing her strut around in that dress all day? Ohhh, that dress. She looked sensational and it was pure torture. Molded to her body like a second skin with the skirt spilling out into loose fluttering layers that floated around her while she swayed and gyrated her luscious curves on the dance floor. I’ve been hiding a semi all night long.
I start walking her backward towards … pulling away from her momentarily, I take a quick glance around. I don’t actually know where we are, but we’re alone on a dirt path surrounded by trees and tall grass. We’ve clearly wandered a good distance from Henry Evans’ yard where the wedding took place. The music has stopped and–
