A shiver runs down her spine and hesitant eyes hold my gaze. “What do you have in mind?”
“Do you trust me?”
My words remind me of a few days prior when she asked me the same thing before she cut my hair.
She nods.
I pull her in tighter, so our bodies are flush. A tiny breath puffs out of her. I slide my fingers slightly lower, grazing her ass this time, and then duck my head to her neck so I can speak against her skin. “I’m going to turn you so you can see them.”
I do just that, swinging her around to the right and dipping her down. When I bring her back up, I hold her even closer.
“Were they watching?” I whisper in her ear.
She nods. “And clapping. Should we be embarrassed?”
I snicker. “Hell no, we’re not the ones clapping over our friends dancing.”
“They really are a little crazy, aren’t they?” She voices, peeking at them over my shoulder. “Oh my God, they’re exchanging money. They put bets on us!”
I throw my head back and laugh at that. “Those fuckers.”
“I can’t believe them,” she huffs, and I’m certain if she could stomp her foot she would, but since we’re dancing, she’s otherwise occupied.
“Want to give them another show?” I ask.
She smiles up at me, mischief glimmering in her eyes. “Sure.”
“Are you okay if I kiss you?”
She presses her lips together, eyes dropping from mine. I fully expect her to say no, but she gives a single nod.
“I need you to say it out loud, baby,” I croon, tracing my thumb over her plump bottom lip.
“Yes.”
My mouth easily finds hers. I wrap one hand around the nape of her neck and groan at the taste of her, something sweet like cherry from her lip gloss and that thing that is entirely Ebba.
A tiny moan escapes her, and my dick is instantly, embarrassingly hard.
I swear this girl just has to breathe and I’m turned on.
It’s pathetic how down bad I am for her. Do I care, though? Not at all. She deserves to know how much I desire her. That I would crawl across coals for her.
She deepens the kiss, and my own lips open in surprise. She pushes up into me, seeking more, and I’m happy to give it to her.
I want this—her—for the rest of my life.
I’ll certainly respect whatever she decides, but I selfishly hope at the end of all this she still wants to be married to me.
She pulls away first, giving me a hazy-eyed look.
“Are they still watching?”
Oh, right. That wasn’t a kiss for the sake of a kiss. It was fake for them.
I glance conspicuously to my left and groan. “They’re exchanging more money.”
“Those bitches,” she laughs into my shoulder. “I can’t believe them.”