My breath caught in my throat when I found him. He was standing with a group of people as he listened very intently to an older man talking. I couldn’t help but notice how the woman standing next to him kept touching his arm every time she laughed. She looked to be at least ten years older than me.
“Would you like to dance?” Jeremy asked.
I pulled my eyes off of Malcolm and focused back on him. “Oh, no thank you. Not right now, maybe in a bit.”
He looked disappointed but perked up when I said maybe later. “Well, I’ll hold you to it, Paislie.”
My eyes drifted back over to Ma
lcolm and anger seethed through my body. He had his hand on the woman’s lower back as he threw his head back and laughed.
Jeremy was about to walk off when I reached for his arm. “I’m sorry I was distracted for a moment. So, tell me what you do.”
The crooked smile did nothing for me, but I continued to stand there and talk to him. He was an accountant . . . boring . . . lived for hunting . . . yuck . . . could reel in a bass the size of Texas . . . whatever that meant . . . and was single. That one he told me at least four times over our conversation.
When I took a chance to look back over to where Malcolm was standing, he was gone. The older lady was still there and this time she had her arm around the older gentleman. When they kissed lovingly, I shook my head. I needed to get my insecurities in check.
“So, how about that dance now?”
Shit.
“Sorry, Jer. This one is with me.”
The moment his arm wrapped around my waist, goose bumps spread over my body. The zip that raced through my veins caught me off guard. When Malcolm leaned over, his lips grazed my neck and my entire body shuttered. His mouth moved to my ear where he whispered, “Did he touch you at all?”
Wait. What?
Interesting. A possessive Malcolm . . . I could get used to this.
“No, all is good,” I softly spoke.
When his lips moved lightly on the skin under my ear, I shivered. Slowly moving his lips back up he whispered, “You look beautiful. So fucking beautiful. You stole my breath when I saw you.”
I turned and looked at him as he pulled back and looked at his friend. Did he have any idea how his words made my heart pound in my ears so loudly I could hardly hear around me? Or how he totally just swept me off my feet with his compliment. He doesn’t do romance. Pesh. I’m totally lost to him right now.
He stood there totally calm as he spoke with his friend while I was an absolute mess.
Not being able to help myself, I wondered what type of lover Malcolm was. He came across as sweet, but I bet he was hot as hell in bed. Did he start off slow and romantic and then move on to something fast and hard? I could see him doing both, but the fast and hard was what was making my very thin panties even wetter.
Malcolm looked down at me and smirked. “Why are you breathing so shallow, baby?”
“Shallow? No . . . definitely not shallow,” I numbly said.
His brow rose. “You’re not breathing deep, baby.”
Oh mother of God. Call me baby again, I silently pleaded.
“Deep?” I replied as I licked my lips. My eyes traveled over his body. He looked so damn good in that tux. What was the matter with me?
Malcolm’s hand moved over my hip ever so slightly. Moving the dress against my skin in a way that was driving me mad. It felt like a silk sheet rubbing over my body. I’d always wanted to have sex on satin sheets. No. I’d always wanted to fuck on satin sheets.
I instantly pictured Malcolm over me as he moved in and out of my body.
Dear Lord, please ease this temptation.
“How long have you and Paislie known each other, Malcolm?”
Our eyes were locked and I knew he could tell I was turned on. I prayed to God he knew it was him who had me all hot and bothered, and not the jackass standing next to me.