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“See? You can’t tell me that was bad,” Chris says, grabbing my hand and planting his lips on the back.
“No, but once she gets her wits back...there will be questions. I hope you’re ready. And Marnie’s the easy one versus Dad...”
“Delia, if keeping you just means a few hours of long-winded bullshit, let ’em ask until they’re blue in the face.”
And he kisses my hand again, wrapping his other arm around my waist, sweeping me back into the massive shield of his chest.
Point made.
When I’m wrapped up in this man, how could anything ever hurt us?
* * *
Hours blur by,and our souls are still crashing on the makeshift dance floor under the stars.
I’ve never needed him this badly.
Never felt this turned on.
Never had every molecule of my skin vibrating and pleading to stay pressed so tight to his.
Heavy bass beats throb in my ears every time I lift my head off his chest.
But Chris just presses it back down with a possessive growl, his hands roaming my body, guiding me with grace and power in the patio dance space not far from the pool.
When we first started, all eyes were on us.
I think a couple people turned away in disgust the first time he put his mouth on mine, knowing what we are, but they were sparse.
Everybody else?
They freaking applauded—even Marnie gave me this starry-eyed look, clapping her hands wildly.
I don’t want this fairy-tale night to end.
“You think anyone will notice if I hike up that skirt and mount you right here? Are they drunk enough yet?” he rasps in my ear as our bodies lurch together one more time.
“Behave, Christopher,” I gasp back, hoping I can slow down the beast dragging his hands all over me, grinding my hips into his in a way that’s already too sensual.
He’s right about one thing, though—everybody is too wasted to notice.
We’re one of the only couples still on our feet, moving to the music, ever since night rolled in and the stars came out to play.
Half the party lounges in the pool, floating on inflatables or piling into the long chairs around it. The rest of the guests are sprinkled across the beach, settled in quiet corners under blankets or quietly drinking their fill of their dates.
It’s young lust and revelry at its finest.
Hormones are thick in the air, but it’s one man’s scent that’s completely intoxicating.
“Fuck.” His hands pinch my ass tighter, so hard I grind against the insane ridge in his trousers. “You call me Christopher again, and Iwillfuck you right here, Delia. Don’t care what anybody thinks.”
“Yeah? Are you sure it’s just the guests we should worry about?” I say carefully, wondering if I should even hint at Evie.
It’s a legit worry after what happened over dinner the other night. I tried to tell him.
And since Dad left for the airport, I haven’t seen my stepmother all day.
It’s almosttooquiet if she’s still upstairs somewhere, looking down on the party below. I can imagine the bitter scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes watching us having a good time.
