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Dyllan didn’t miss the way she crossed her legs under the table, grazing her skin against his pants. He would have sworn that she’d shifted her chair closer to him at some point, too. Every time she moved, she grazed his arm or leg, bringing his attention to her with every movement.
“Not much,” Kade shrugged. “After last night, I think we’re ready for a quieter night.”
Brody leaned over and whispered something in Kade’s ear, causing her to blush.
“I could go for that too; what do you think, snickerdoodle?” Travis asked Lila, leaning in closer and kissing the top of her head.
She whispered her reply, causing Travis to pull her in close to him and whisper back.
“I’m going to need another drink,” Dyllan grumbled as he turned, looking for the waitress.
“Me too,” Skylar replied, looking around at the same time.
Just then, the waitress appeared, dropping off Dyllan’s beer and Skylar’s wine. They both gulped down their drinks, immediately ordering another as their friends were still lost in their own worlds.
“I get Kade and Brody, but do Travis and Lila have to be like this too? They’ve been married for a while now,” Dyllan asked, eyeing his friends as they spoke softly with one another across the table.
“They didn’t get a honeymoon. Leave them alone,” Skylar replied snidely. “Do you have to be so jaded about everything?”
“Do you have to be so perky about everything?”
They stared each other down in a way that had become so unique to them. A silent challenge, a gauntlet thrown down.
The rest of the dinner went by in a blur for Dyllan. Between the couples being caught up in each other and Skylar driving him crazy by simultaneously ignoring him and grazing him with small touches, he was in a constant state of pissed off and aroused.
Seeing her in that dress set off every warning bell in his head. He just knew she wore it on purpose to drive him crazy. What was her end goal? He didn’t know, but he sure as hell was going to find out. He meant it when he said no wife of his would dress as if she were a siren, attracting other men to her. He didn’t care that this was a secret marriage, she was his, and he would show her exactly what that meant.
“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” Skylar said, standing up from the table. He turned and watched her as she made her way toward the hallway on the other side of the room. His gaze trailed over the curve of her hips and the sway of her ass as she walked. Her heels made her legs impossibly long and lean; pictures of them wrapped around his waist with her underneath him flashed through this brain with every step.
Men openly appraised her as she passed their tables, some ignoring the women they were with to watch her as she walked.
Nope, not going to happen.
Without a word, Dyllan stood from the table and stalked after her, closing the distance between them by the time she reached the hallway for the bathrooms. Scanning to make sure they were alone, Dyllan spun Skylar, pushing her up against the wall, caging her with his arms by her head.
“Just what are you playing at, Babydoll?” he growled, keeping his voice low.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, looking up at him with wide eyes. Her mouth revealed a hint of a smile.
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean. This dress, rubbing yourself against me all night, swaying your ass while you walked over here. You know exactly what you’re doing. This ends tonight, do you understand?”
“So, what, you’re finally going to give me the annulment?” Her face froze as she asked, body stilled under his. Her breath caught as he leaned forward, his nose brushing against her.
“No. No annulment, but I will show you what being married to me means. For me to devour you like I promised. To show you that the only one you should dress like that for is me.”
Skylar placed her hands on Dyllan’s chest, digging her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “And if I say no?” Her voice was low and sultry as she held on to him.
“Then we keep playing this game,” he said, grinding his hard length against her stomach. “But I promise, doll, you won’t win.”
Her pupils dilated, nearly erasing the crystal blue in her eyes. His eyes traced down her face and the long column of her neck as she looked up at him. Her barely contained breasts rose and fell rapidly with her quickening breath.
“What makes you think I even want that?”
He smirked at her voice. She sounded unsure at her words.
“Oh, I think you do, babydoll. It’s whether you’re going to admit it to yourself and to me.” He leaned in closer, running his nose along the crook of her neck where it met her shoulder. “What do you say?”
His heart stilled as he waited for her response. Her smell intoxicated him, the coconut breeze that washed over him that was so uniquely Skylar. He wanted to soak her up, make her scent become such a part of him that he’d never be able to disassociate her with it.
