Blood Secrets by Shay Lacy

Author:Shay Lacy [Lacy, Shay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Adams Media
Published: 2014-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

Whatever reason he’d had for allegedly breaking up with her, it wasn’t that he found her undesirable. Definitely not. Those looks he’d given her in the church could have melted her panties. Michael wanted to have sex with her in a bad way. And damn if she didn’t want it, too—very badly.

Ileana was afraid if too much time passed that Michael would cool down or think his way out of going home with her. Despite popular thinking that weddings were contagious, this reception was dampening Michael’s mood.

He was polite and overtly friendly to his family. He’d been overly solicitous to his mother until she said something to him that Ileana couldn’t hear. Then he’d clammed up and his tension had begun to increase.

After that, the family dynamics told her what she needed to know. Both brothers had new wives and looked ecstatic with happiness. They smiled a lot. Their mother couldn’t be happier for them and with her daughters-in-law. But in the midst of the revelry, Michael sat unsmiling. Despite her presence, he was alone. He shared in his brothers’ joy only peripherally. When it was only him and his parents, the mood grew more serious.

Ileana caught an expression of anger on Michael’s face so fleeting she wasn’t sure she’d labeled it correctly. He was watching Rick laugh with Charlie. Then she realized what was going on. Michael’s brothers got the happiness while Michael got the worry. And she was pretty sure it wasn’t the first time. He was angry because he had to carry the anxiety alone. That was the wedge between him and his brothers.

Ileana admired and liked Jane Ziffkin, but she thought the woman was wrong for withholding knowledge about her health from her other sons. She’d placed an unfair burden on her oldest. He probably felt like he carried the world’s problems on his shoulders. No wonder he was so serious.

The band had begun a slow song, and Ileana decided on a course of action to lighten Michael’s mood. “Would you dance with me, please?”

Michael frowned. “I don’t really dance.”

“You know how, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he admitted with reluctance.

Ileana held out her hand. She noted they were alone. “They say dancing is like making love while standing up.”

His dark eyebrow lifted. He placed his hand in hers. “Then by all means let’s find out if it’s true.”

Michael held her pressed tightly to him and, oh, it felt good. All her cells, muscles, tendons, and bones sung with joy. His lithe body telegraphed every move he made as they navigated the dance floor. Her body took directions like it had found its master. His erection was a welcome invitation pressed into her abdomen, rubbing between them as they moved. He kept a long leg between her thighs as he turned her, pressing her intimate folds against him until she gritted her teeth in frustration at the need for more intense contact there.

Michael nuzzled the side of her face, nipped her earlobe, blew in her ear, and pressed her breasts into his chest until she was light-headed.

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