Page 17 of Luck of the Draw

“I’ve been there and got a T-shirt,” he said. “But I think crashing a wedding officially means you’ve climbed out of it.”

“More like Sam dragged me out.”

“But you’re here. Not crawling back in. That means something.”

He had no idea how out of character all of this was for me. Crashing a wedding. Flirting with a too-hot-not-to-be-a-figment-of-my-imagination stranger.

My gaze drifted to his mouth, and I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to be kissed by Dylan. I was sure he would be very good.

He pulled me closer, our bodies fully pressed together now, and I tipped my head up to look at him, surprised by the pure lust on his face.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to have to kiss you,” he murmured, his arm tight around my back.

I could feel his excitement pressed against my belly, and a heady lust of my own overtook my senses. “Then maybe you should.”

He leaned down, giving me a tentative kiss. I lifted my hand up to capture his neck and hold it in place should he try to do the gentlemanly thing and pull back. We stopped swaying and he growled softly into my mouth as my lips parted and his lips and teeth and tongue thoroughly captured mine. I clung to him, my knees weak, but Dylan held me up, showing me how much he wanted me.

When he pulled back, his eyes were hooded with desire, but he also looked apologetic. “Deeandra, I’m sorry. I only meant to…”

I slowly shook my head. “Don’t you dare apologize for that. It was…”

I couldn’t seem to find a word to describe the electricity racing through my body. The fire in my blood. The need in my core. I wanted this man more than I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.

There was no doubt I was slightly tipsy, although nowhere near drunk, but that slug of liquid courage must have given me the courage to do something completely out of character. Like kiss a man like that in public, then say, “Take me home, Dylan.”

Disappointment washed over his face, and his hold on me loosened. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

“I think you misunderstood.” I pulled his head down and captured his mouth with mine, biting his bottom lip.

He dropped my hand and his fingers sank into my hair, holding my head so he could angle it to kiss me even more thoroughly than last time.

When he pulled back, I couldn’t help wondering what had come over me. Dee Bowers didn’t passionately kiss men in public. She definitely wasn’t kissed senseless anywhere, in public or otherwise.

“Take me home withyou.”

He studied me as though trying to decide if this was a good idea, but I didn’t care. Dylan made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world, and even if this was just a one-night thing, I was okay with that. I was grabbing hold of opportunities and living. No more letting fear hold me back.

Still, a moment of horror hit me that perhaps I’d misinterpreted the whole thing, and he wasn’t interested in sleeping with me. But that was just my insecurities talking. I knew there was no way he could kiss me like that and not want to be inside of me.

The thought of him propped above me as he entered, his strong arms holding him up, made my core ache.

“Part of me wants to know what put that look on your face,” he growled, “but I’m afraid if you tell me that, I might find a tree in the shadows, push you up against it, and reenact it, everyone else be damned.”

Another wave of desire washed through me, making me moan.

He released me, and for one brief moment, I thought he was going to walk away, but then he captured my hand and started to pull me away from the crowd.

We passed Lee, who had two drinks in his hand, and he did a double take when he saw me. I was prepared to talk my way out of this, somehow, but then confusion wrinkled his brow, and he walked away, still looking perplexed.

He hadn’t recognized me, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“Wait,” I said, some common sense surfacing from the lust-filled fog in my head. “I have to tell Sam.”

Dylan grimaced, and I could see it was his sense of honor that had him cringing, not irritation. “Of course. Do you need to stay for her?”

“Don’t be silly,” I heard Dottie say, and I turned to see her standing to the side, beaming. “I’ll make sure that Samantha makes it home.”

“You know Sam?” I asked in surprise, flushing when I realized she must have seen us on the dance floor.

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