Page 25 of One Wild Wedding Weekend

Daley shook her head slowly. “It’s a nice dress. All the bridesmaids look good.”

Tristan’s arm tightened around her waist. “But not all of them are you. I can’t wait to get you alone tonight. It’s driving me nuts to think of you naked in bed with me.”

She stiffened. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

After a heartbeat or two, he sighed. “Why?”

“I feel guilty deceiving Tabby and John.”

“I get that,” he said. “I promised John I’d stay away from you this weekend and look how that ended up.”

“We had outdoor sex.”

“Exactly.”

“So, what does that make us?” she asked. “People with a distinct lack of integrity?”

“It makes us horny,” he said, a grin teasing his lips upward. “Besides, it would be a huge waste to ignore such intense sexual chemistry.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

A nearby couple bumped into them and apologized. When Tristan pulled her even closer, Daley realized he was aroused. Her legs trembled. “You should probably dance with someone else now.”

“That doesn’t sound appealing at all.”

Daley was happy in his embrace, but she didn’t want her sister on her case. “At least dance with Tabby. And maybe your mother.”

He grimaced. “That will kill the mood.”

She laughed at him. “I think that’s the idea.”

“And did we land on a plan for tonight?”

Daley knew she should hold firm. Say no. Be a responsible adult. But she didn’t have the willpower to walk away. She wanted one last time. One final, all-consuming interlude with the man she couldn’t resist.

“Fine,” she said, pretending she wasn’t as interested as he was. “My room. Eleven o’clock. But for Pete’s sake, be careful.”

Tristan’s smile was brilliant. “Yes, ma’am.”

As she watched him walk away, the evening felt flatter. Less fun.

That was when she knew she was in trouble...

Everyone was aware Tabby and John were catching an early morning flight. To that end, the DJ wound things up at nine thirty. Two lines formed for pelting the newlyweds with birdseed and streamers.

And then it was over.

At least Daley had snagged five minutes alone with Tabby. The two of them cried and said mushy words and hugged each other fiercely.

Now Daley made the rounds, thanking people for coming, making sure the older guests found their way safely to the car park.

In her room, finally, she stripped to her underwear and downed two bottles of water. Though the weather had cooperated—no rain and low humidity—the day had been warm. It felt great to wallow in air-conditioning.

She had too much product in her hair to do much with it, so she showered quickly and used the blow dryer. When she was done, she felt comfy and sleepy and excited all at once. What to wear was a problem.

The taupe terry hotel robe trimmed in satin was nice enough. But what about underneath?

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