“You aren’t wrong about that.” I twirl a strand of Dalilah’s hair, eliciting a shiver. Lord, I shouldn’t be thinking about sex after a bunch of assholes have leered at her, or while talking to my son, but I can’t stop it.
“You care if I skip out?” Logan glances around the room and settles his attention on Karissa and Decker. “They’re too wrapped up in each other to notice anyone else.”
The newlyweds are on the dance floor, whispering to each other. Karissa giggles at something Decker says to her. The remaining guests are the least of their worries.
Shit. If they aren’t careful, they’re going to spontaneously combust. It’s hard to imagine a few months ago, Decker was fighting his feelings for Karissa, and this wedding wasn’t even a remote possibility.
“Go. Get out of here before you turn into one of them.” I jerk my head toward the group standing on the other side of the room, drinking beer and staring at all the tits in the room.
Logan rolls his eyes. “Not going to happen.”
“Good.” I’m proud of how I raised my children. They’ve turned out to be great kids. I release Dalilah and give Logan a hug as we clap each other on the back and say goodbye.
When Logan leaves, I frown. “If you want to go, I don’t blame you.”
She shakes her head. “It’s crazy, but one second, I can’t wait to get away from here, and then, the next, I’m ready to stay and double down.”
“Double down? That’s some big talk from an innocent girl.”
“Maybe, I’m not so innocent.” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.
“Interesting.” I pull her into my arms and drown in her eyes. They’re so dark, it’s like staring into pools of chocolate. “What made you change your mind?”
“There’s something about a single father with his children that gets me all gooey inside.” She places her hands on my sides.
“Isn’t it usually cute little toddlers that make women get all swoony?”
“Meh.” She shrugs. “Overrated. I’d rather have a man that knows how to please a woman than change diapers.”
“Well, it’s your lucky day. I know how to do both.”
She giggles and moves her hands up my chest and then laces them behind my neck. “You are something else. By the way, thank you for telling those jerks to get lost. I didn’t expect you to as they’re your family but thank you.”
My muscles tighten at the memories of the rude comments Greyson made. He’s a disgrace to the Macklin name. “Family or not, I don’t tolerate belittling or insults. No one should be disrespected. Especially a classy lady like you.”
“As always, you are full of compliments.”
“I say what I feel. You are a beautiful person inside and out. You have a great sense of humor, you’re willing to help out a stranger, and you’re gracious enough to spend your entire weekend putting up with me.”
“Such a hardship.”
She strokes her fingernails down the column of my neck and my already swollen cock strains against my suit pants. Lord, all it takes is one touch from her, and I’m ready to toss her over my shoulder and drag her to my suite.
“If you keep doing that, you’ll find out how hard I am,” I grind out while trying to keep my voice from carrying or sounding desperate. However, tasting her sweet nectar and then having to deny myself the pleasure of sinking into her molten center has been driving me crazy.
“This rigid?” She inches forward and rubs her stomach against my cock.
“Shit,” I hiss. “You play dirty.”
“Just wait and see how filthy I can be.” She licks her lips and stares at my mouth.
“You’re killing me.”
“Oh.” She pouts. “I don’t want you to be in pain. Maybe, I should check you out. Are you swollen, anywhere?”
“For the love of God.” I stare at the ceiling. “What are you doing?”
“Flirting. This is how you do it, right?” Her face drops, and her body stills.
“Don’t.” I put my hands on her face and ignore everyone around us. I only care about her and how she feels about herself. “You are doing a fantastic job of flirting. I love your dirty talk, so don’t doubt yourself for a second.”
“Okay.” She nods, but the light that was in her eyes is gone.
“Your words are about to drive me over the edge. I want to sink my cock into you until my balls smack off your ass, but this is not the place.”
“Oh.” Her eyes are round, and her mouth falls open.
“Yes, doll. Like that. I want your mouth open and moans falling from your lips when I make you cum again.”
Her mouth snaps shut, and her face is a crimson red. “I have to take lessons from you. That’s damn good.”
My mouth descends on her as I relish the need that radiates throughout her body. The fact mere words and stolen glances can get us both worked up is not lost on me. But what happens when the sun comes up tomorrow?
Chapter Ten
Chloe
WE DANCE, overeat cake, and drink one too many glasses of champagne. Each time we try to sneak away, Karissa finds us and drags us back to the table. I’m about to call her the biggest pussy block I’ve ever seen when Decker scoops her up and carries her out of the room.
Damon steps behind me and wraps his arms around my front. I’m cocooned inside the warmth of his body, feeling safe and cherished. He smells like cologne, icing, and the flowery hint of champagne. It’s intoxicating.
“Let’s go.” His voice is deep and filled with need.
My entire body responds instantaneously to his invitation. I want – no – I need this. I need to experience the highs of being pleasured by him. No matter what ramifications come. “I’m ready.”
He grabs my shoulders and turns me. His eyes sweep over my face as if he thinks I’m going to turn him down. That is not going to happen.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Don’t offer more than you’re willing to give.” His face is serious.
“I can’t. I’m more than willing to give it all.”
“Fuck. We need to go now before someone else talks to us.” He lets me go, grabs my hand, and we walk through the ballroom.
I don’t care for one second that everyone in the room knows we’re getting ready to have sex. No one’s opinion can stop the inevitable. I need him.
When we climb inside the elevator, we’re alone. My hands are slick with sweat. As much as I want this, I’m still terrified I’ll do something wrong.
What if he doesn’t find me attractive? What if I do something that repulses him? It’s not like I have tons of sexual experience. I’ve never given oral sex, and the only position I’ve experienced is missionary.
He runs his hands into my hair and captures my mouth. I thrust my tongue between his lips and arch into his rock-solid body.
His cock is nestled against my soft belly and my clit twitches. When my knees buckle, I grab his shoulders to hang on and keep from falling on my ass. All doubts disappear as we settle into a dance that is as old as time.