Page 38 of Somebody To Love

“Mind if I cut in?” she asked, tapping the little girl who was currently standing on BJ’s shoes as he slowly turned them in a circle.

“Go get a second piece of cake, Stella.”

“But mommy said only one.”

He held a finger up to his nose. “Then don’t let her see you eat it.”

A wide grin spread across Stella’s face, and she ran off.

“Hello.” BJ smiled, pulling her into his arms.

She went willingly, swaying with him, letting him set the rhythm since the only thing she did worse than walking in heels was dancing. His hands rested on her lower back, gently brushing up and down, creating havoc inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tongue darting out to wet her lips unconsciously. Her gaze ensnared by his. Wow, how had she denied how drop dead gorgeous her best friend was for so long?

“Penny, what is it?” His brow quirked.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes. I’m in. Let’s do this.”

“Do this?”

It seemed silly to talk about this while they were in public, dancing in the middle of his brother’s rehearsal dinner.

“Let’s make a baby…the old-fashioned way.”

Shock filled his face, quickly replaced by hunger. “You’re sure?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

His hands stopped rubbing and gripped her tightly instead, bringing her closer until she was flush against him, feeling something hard and very large press against her stomach. Still, they danced, everyone around them unaware of the heat running between them.

“Tonight?” she whispered, wishing on her vintage Mac that she could kiss him right now.

“Hell yes tonight. I—” He swore, shaking his head. “Shit, I can’t. Del’s sleeping at our place tonight. A last night of single brother’s celebration or something.”

Disappointment swamped her. Now that she finally agreed to do this, she wanted to do it now. Her body screamed at her to grab him, strip him, and throw him on the nearest table to sate this maddening desire running through her.

Again, not appropriate for a wedding rehearsal. Besides…

“Oh shoot, I forgot. I’m doing the same thing with Cassie.”

Dammit!

“Tomorrow? After the wedding?” he asked. “I can come to your place?”

“Yes.”

What she wouldn’t give for a time machine right about now.

“Until then…”

She didn’t bother asking him what because he made his intention very clear by dragging her off the dance floor. He rushed them past all the revelry and into the darkened hallway leading out back. A giggle of excitement left her lips, but it was quickly swallowed as BJ pushed her against the wall and covered her mouth with his own.

Winding her arms around his neck, she pulled him as close as possible, rubbing herself shamelessly against him. He returned her sentiment, thrusting one large thigh between her legs as his lips worshiped her. Heat she’d never felt before consumed her body. Flames of fire licking at every nerve, exposing them like live wires. Too soon for her liking, he pulled away.

“Hot damn, honey. You’re killing me.”

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