Page 57 of The Wedding Pact

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RAFFA

My mind spins as I follow Ida onto the dancefloor, where everyone is swaying to a slow number that the DJ’s just put on.

What are we doing?

Is this a good idea?

Do I even care right now?

We find a space near the back of the room, close to a huge window looking out to sea. The sun is starting to set and the sky is bathed in a vibrant mix of pink and purple hues, making the whole scene glow with an otherworldly light.

It’s absolutely stunning.

But it’s still not as mesmerising as Ida. Her smile is wide and genuine as she moves towards me, pressing her body against mine, wrapping her arms around my waist and pushing her breasts against my chest. She’s not that much shorter than me, so we fit together well and she’s able to turn her head and rest her cheek on my shoulder.

We begin to move together in perfect time to the music, our rhythms perfectly in sync.

I really like this woman.

Too much, if I’m being honest.

And I’m finding it really hard not to admit to that out loud. Although, it’s probably pretty clear from the instinctive way my body’s reacting to every single thing she does.

Oh man.

My head is spun and I’m on ultra-high alert, every one of my muscles taut, every nerve-ending alive with sensations I’ve not felt in ages. If ever.

No one has ever turned me on the way Ida does.

As if she’s read my thoughts, she lifts her head and turns to look me right in the eyes, her mouth slightly open so I can see the shine of her white teeth.

Her gaze drops to my mouth and instinctively I part my lips too.

As I watch, she flicks her tongue over her lower lip, leaving a sheen of saliva there.

I want to suck that lip into my mouth to see what she tastes like.

But I really can’t do that. Not here. Not with all these other people around who would no doubt turn and gawp at us.

I want kissing her to be private and only for us.

Tendrils of her hair have escaped from the loose bun she tied it into earlier. It looks sexily dishevelled, as if it’s about to fall out of its confines and tumble down her back.

Before I can think too hard about it, I lift my hand to find the band that’s holding the bun in place, loop my finger through it and gently tug until it slides out of her hair.

I watch, unable to stop my smile of satisfaction as her hair slips down and swings forwards across the tops of her shoulders.

The fresh, floral scent of her shampoo wafts around us and I breathe it in deep, closing my eyes and enjoying the experience of being surrounded by her alluring scent.

When I open my eyes, she grins and gives her head a little shake, as if to release more scent for me.

I smile back, then push my hands into her loose hair, loving the silky feeling of it slipping through my fingers.

Ida lets out a long, low breath of pleasure from the back of her throat, her mouth forming an O shape, as if she’s on some kind of erotic high.

So I do it again, slipping my fingers through the thick shafts of her sleek waves, before sliding my hands round to cup the base of her skull, my fingers massaging her scalp.