Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I glanced across the room to Sloane’s table. Her seat was empty, as was her friend’s, so I took a lap around the ballroom. There was no sign of her anywhere, but I did find Elijah.
“Hey. Have you seen Sloane around?”
“She’s looking for the woman who works the coat check. No one was there. I told her I’d meet her out front in a few minutes. I want to say goodbye to someone before we get out of here.”
“A waiter that sort of looks like Jared Leto?”
Elijah’s eyes lit up. “He does look like him, doesn’t he?”
I thumbed behind me. “Just went into the kitchen a minute ago. Door’s over there.”
“Thanks.”
He started to walk away, but I reached out and stopped him. “Think you can take your time saying goodbye and give me a few extra minutes with Sloane?”
Elijah grinned. “Absolutely. Go get ’er, cowboy.”
I hurried to the coat check room. When I got there, the door was cracked open. I found Sloane inside alone, riffling through coats. Her back was to me, so I slipped in and quietly shut the door behind me. She turned when she heard the metal clank, and her eyes widened before dropping to the cupcake I was holding.
“Oh my God.” She lifted her hand and covered her smile. “I cannot believe you found one.”
“You said the only thing that could make you kiss me was a cupcake.”
“That was because I assumed there weren’t any to be found.”
I grinned. “Well then you underestimated how bad I want that kiss.” I held the cupcake up. “I believe the deal was a kiss for a cupcake with chocolate frosting. What do I get for one that’s still warm?”
Her tongue peeked out and ran along her top lip. “It’s really still warm?”
“Fresh out of the oven.”
“But … but … we’re in the coat closet.”
“I know.” I grinned and took a few steps toward her. “That’s a bonus. I won’t have to share the moment with spectators.”
Sloane had tried to cover up her reactions to my small touches all night—when I held her close to dance, when I accidentally brushed my nose along her cheek … But now, with just the two of us in a confined space, she had nowhere to hide. Her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaved up and down. Seeing the effect I had on her was such a damn turn-on. It was a good thing I wasn’t going in search of someone to make me a cupcake now, or I might’ve emptied my bank account to get one.
I took another step closer and held out the cupcake. “Taste?”
She stared at it for a few heartbeats. It looked like she was debating her next move, and I hoped that move wasn’t her bolting past me and running out of here. For some reason, I really wanted her to enjoy the cupcake, even if I didn’t wind up getting that kiss. I would’ve spent the money just to watch her eat it. Eventually, she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked a long, seductive line of frosting from the top. As she took the cream into her mouth, her eyes closed, and she made a noise that was a cross between a groan of happiness and one of pain.
Jesus Christ. At this rate, I wasn’t going to be able to hide what was happening in my pants when I walked out of here. If I could even walk out of here. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to touch her. So I tossed the cupcake over my shoulder and closed the distance between us. Wrapping my hands around her cheeks, I pulled her to me and planted my lips over hers. She made that sexy groaning sound again, and I swear, it shot straight down to my balls. Slow went out the window after that. I reached around and grabbed her ass, lifting as I backed her up against the wall. I nipped at her bottom lip, begging for her to open. Our tongues eagerly collided, and the hint of sweet frosting mixed with her was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. Though a taste wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to devour every inch of her silky skin and leave marks where everyone could see. I felt like a teenager with a raging hard-on, unable to control myself. We groped and grabbed, nipped and sucked for a long time.
Until Sloane suddenly pulled back. It was so abrupt, I thought I’d done something wrong. At least until I followed her wide-eyed line of sight over my shoulder and realized we were no longer alone. Someone had come into the coat closet. And that someone was the mother of the bride, and she did not look too happy.
5
SLOANE
“Oh my God,” I mumbled under my breath. “Please, please tell me I didn’t do that.”