Page 75 of Just One of the Groomsmen
“A dance club? That’s rather far from your usual jaunts. Did you dance?”
“I did, and if there’s not a video of it on YouTube, titled something like ‘America’s Worst Dancer,’ it’ll be a frickin’ miracle.”
“Oh, I doubt it was that bad.”
In that dress, it didn’t much matter how she moved.
His eyes dipped to her cleavage and the way her chest rose and fell, rose and fell.
She swiped the hair that’d fallen in her eyes behind her ear, and was she purposely trying to kill him with the way she dragged her hand down her neck and over the swell of her breasts?
“Anyway, it was like a test run, although the bridesmaid’s dress is a bit more revealing and doesn’t have any straps, and how is my bra supposed to stay up without straps?”
Tucker assumed sayingwho cares if it stays up?wasn’t the right answer.
His fingers twitched with the urge to test the bounds of her current straps—to tug them down and take a taste, just a tiny one.
“Then I got drunk, and when my taxi driver asked where to drop me, I told him here.”
“You took a taxi while you were wasted and alone?”
She crossed her arms. “Don’t get all huffy and overprotective. It was one of the Colburn boys from Loachapoka. Course, I wasn’t really thinking ’bout how he might blab just as easily as Lottie.”
He still didn’t like the idea of her alone in a cab in her drunken state, but before he could renew his lecture, she ran her gaze over him, lust widening her eyes. “I thoughtIwas mostly naked, but you’re only wearing your boxer briefs.”
They were feeling tighter by the second, too. “I wasn’t exactly expectin’ company.”
Addie took a large step, wobbled, and braced her hand on the counter, and in a few more strides she was toe-to-toe with him.
“Hey,” she said, a giggle following.
“Hey.”
She rolled her head, flipping her hair, and if he hadn’t dodged in time, they both probably would’ve gotten a nosebleed.
What the hell’s gotten into—
She ran a hand down his torso, her fingers pausing at the waistband of his underwear. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, stopping the motion, in spite of his body’s begging to let it go on.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and she slowly looked up at him.
Her eyes were lined in black, making them look bigger, and the smudged right one made him think she’d been resting her cheek against her fist on that side, the way she usually did when she rode in a car.
A smile spread across her red lips, and she shook her hair out of her eye. “Hey.”
“We did that part already.”
“Which part?” She moved closer, her chest bumping his as she slid her hands up his arms and linked them behind his neck. “Did I miss it?”
He gripped her hips and lowered his forehead to hers, taking a moment to soak in the warmth of her body and the way her silky hair brushed his bare skin.
He groaned. “Addes, I’m not taking advantage of you while you’re drunk and lookin’ for trouble.”
She pouted her lips, something he swore he’d never seen her do before. “Is it because I can’t pull off this dress? I told Lexi I thought I looked ridiculous, but she insisted, and to be honest, I was already a wee bit drunk, so it seemed like a good idea at the time. Plus, I’m tryin’ to keep her happy so she’s glad that I’m back in the wedding lineup.”
“The dress looks amazing on you.” His fingers dug into her sides as he fought the temptation to tug her closer instead of holding her in place. “As for pulling it off, I definitely wanna help you do that.”
A saucy smile curved her siren mouth, and she tested his willpower by toying with one of the straps of her dress.
