Page 88 of Doctor I Do

I shrug. “Whatever. I'll be back.”

As I push through the crowd of moving bodies, I see her white dress, and the strappy heels make me swallow a growl. Those are staying on tonight. The rest of her will be naked, but those heels stay on.

Her friends’ eyes bug out as I approach.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to be here!” Blake cries out.

“One dance. Let me have one fucking dance with my fiancée.” My tone is husky now, my throat filled with her heavy perfume.

Once again, her presence consumes me.

“Only one,” Alice says.

I give her a nod before telling her, “Mike said he gets one next.”

Alice’s face brightens, and I would normally envy the love they share, but I have a woman looking at me like I’m the only person in her orbit right now. I no longer envy them, because I’m now living that life.

Grabbing Tahlia’s hand, she steps over to me, and I move so we’re flush against each other. She giggles, and it’s a sound I love so much. Her hands skim up over my biceps and over my shoulders to link together behind my neck. I touch her waist and keep my hands just above her ass, gently pushing her body against mine. We move easily to the music together.

Leaning close to her ear, I whisper, “You look incredible. I simply couldn’t resist.”

“I’d tell you I’m mad, but I secretly wanted you to come over.”

I chuckle at her confession.

“Not so secret now.”

I lay a kiss just below her ear. With her hair half up, it exposes her neck, allowing me to get easy access. She winces from my breath tickling her neck, and I release a full smile. I’m so glad I ignored the boys and came over. Moving our hips to the music feels so natural.

I’ve never had a connection this deep, intimate, all-consuming. But with one touch from her, she takes over me. I welcome the warmth of contact. But the question from earlier enters my mind. I have to ask.

“What are we doing?” I ask, keeping my hands on her hips.

“Dancing,” she teases.

“No. I mean, between us.”

She hiccups. “We weren’t supposed to end up together.”

My body tenses before relaxing again. “But we are.”

“Are you sure you’re not normally into relationships?”

“I’m into you.”

“You are?” She pulls back to stare into my eyes, bright and glossy from the alcohol.

“I am.”

“I’m into you too. Alex, I really like you. Like, I’m falling hard.”

I swallow a groan. There’s something about her saying that about me that makes me feral.

“I told you not to fall in love with me,” I breathe.

She brings her face closer to mine. “You made it impossible not to.”

“Good. Tell me you’re mine.”

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