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As he and I planned.

I slip my arms around Vi’s waist, drawing her back against my chest, swaying with the slow beat of the music.

“That was rude,” she accuses.

“Yup.”

Silence. Then, “Are you for real right now?” Her tone is frosty, but it’s her body that gives her away—melting against mine, ass tipping up, brushing against my hardening cock.

Right.

That’s good.

Really good.

But I don’t want to have a boner on the dance floor at my brother’s wedding.

“Dance with me, baby?” I murmur.

“Oh,” she asks dryly. “You’re asking now?”

I spin her in my arms so I can see her beautiful face when I say, “He doesn’t get to dance with you like this.”

She gapes up at me.

Then narrows her eyes.

“Seriously?”

I lean in and nip at her earlobe. “Seriously.”

“You’re a caveman.”

“Another one of my many skills,” I tease, drawing her closer as I sway us to the music. “And for the record,” I murmur into her ear, knowing how much she likes that when she relaxes again, a little shiver sliding through her body, “You love my caveman skills.”

“You’re delusional.” She wrinkles her nose.

I kiss the tip of it. “And I love to rile you up so you show me that fire, baby.”

“You’re still delusional,” she murmurs, but her eyes have gone soft—and they go softer still with my next words.

“But what I’ve loved more is learning that beneath the ice, beneath the fire, is a big, beautiful heart.”

“Ace,” she whispers, and fuck she’s even more beautiful with her eyes glassy, her bottom lip trembling.

I want to kiss her right there.

But Noble has walked back into the tent and he catches my eye, nods slightly.

The last piece I’ve arranged is in place.

I nod back and since the song is winding down, I step away from Vi’s lush body, take her hand, and draw her from the dance floor.

But when she turns in the direction of the bar, I tug at her hand, staying her.

She glances up, eyebrows furrowing in question.

“Trust me?”