Chapter 37

“I need you.” His tongue tangling with mine, his hardness pressed where I was hard made my heart race. While I wanted every moment to last an eternity, my tact was more desperate. I went for tuxedo buttons, cummerbund hooks, and the zipper down the front of his trousers. “Let’s make love.”

I’d felt him in the room even before he’d brushed against me on the dance floor, where I’d been waltzing with my sister. “It’s him.”

“Him who?” Tabor asked.

“You know.”

She said his name.

“Yes. The man I’m going to marry.”

“So, I guess our dance is over, Ot?”

I was already partway across the room.

Once I’d spotted him again in the crowd, “Let’s go outside,” I pressed myself to his back. Now, as I worked to get him out of his fancy clothes in the dark, all I wanted was him inside me.

“Easy, Smarty.”

“Hard is better.”

“I want to see you,” he said. “Let me turn on the light.”