The Fake Wedding Date: A Friends to Lovers Romantic Comedy by Bella Leigh Michaels

Author:Bella Leigh Michaels [Michaels, Bella Leigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-21T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Mark’s anger hadn’t faded quickly, or much at all, but he seemed to have channeled that into something else, something primal. He held me tighter and pulled me closer than before. His hands roamed more as we danced, running over my hips and sides and anywhere else they could reach with an intensity that was making my head light and my body heavy.

Both of us were sweaty, hot messes as we moved together on the crowded dance floor, the loud music taking us over. My skin glistened in the lantern light and the hair on the sides of Mark’s head was damp and curling at the ends, ruining his typical style. He’d removed his suit jacket at one point, rolling up his sleeves, and I was enjoying this unpolished version of Mark.

Turning, I danced with my back to him, wanting to be closer than I could manage face-to-face. It had been too long since I’d been with a man, and heat raced through me at the feel of him hard against my ass. I pressed harder against him.

Mark did nothing to pull away, his arms banding around me. I rolled my hips as the beat picked up and his chest swelled.

Mark’s grip tightened when Charles walked past, and he lowered his mouth to my ear.

“Quinn, I’m respecting your request.” The stubble on his jaw scraped against my neck as he spoke. “I won’t touch the fucker, but if that man comes near you again…”

His protectiveness stoked the fire in me that had been burning all evening and I moaned out my acceptance, not caring that he saw how much his words had affected me. His voice had been dark and rough, vibrating deep within his chest, and it only made my lust burn hotter.

Mark had always been protective of me. Hell, it was why he was at the wedding in the first place, but never like this. I’d never had anyone act like this on my behalf, and fuck, if it wasn’t one of the sexiest things that had ever happened to me.

I threw my head back against his shoulder, eliminating any space between us and his grip tightened, holding me close, pushing back against me. I squirmed, swearing I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted Mark at that moment.

As we danced, the rest of the guests fell away, and it was just us, moving against each other—consumed with each other. The ballroom had darkened with the setting of the sun, changing the atmosphere, and it was easy to imagine how we’d be if truly alone in a dark room, giving into the tension that had been building between us. Exploring each other’s bodies and lost in the sensations.

My clit was pulsing with the pounding of my heart. My core felt so wet and empty, making me pant as I ground back against his erection, needing friction.

He was just as lost. His sweat-dampened face was buried in my neck, warming my flushed skin further with his panted breaths. I tilted my head, giving him better access, and I felt his lips on my overly sensitive skin.

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