"This." He brushed his lips over mine. "And this." He flattened his hands against my back, his touch like a branding iron on my bare skin, and then he kissed me. Slowly. Deeply. Passionately.
By the time he pulled away, I was dizzy and couldn't breathe, but my lips tingled in the most delicious way.
"I'm going to talk to my brothers and Isach for a few minutes," he said. "I didn't want you to worry if you couldn't find me. But I won't be long. Promise."
I narrowed my eyes and stepped out of his embrace. "Why?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, and my stomach sank. "We need to talk about Ivy," he said.
"No. Absolutely not." I shook my head vehemently. "We agreed that we weren't going to deal with any of this until after the wedding. And, I'm sorry, but I'm still wearing my wedding dress, which means this wedding isn't over yet." My voice rose with each word.