by Jacob Chance
What the fuck?
It’s not the greatest answer, but hey, it’s on the fly.
“And are they?”
“Yeah, you smell great.”
Dammit.
He smiles triumphantly and grabs my hand. “Let’s dance.”
I’m trotting along beside him before I can disagree. “Wait. I don’t want to dance with you.” I put up a token resistance and try to tug my hand free, but I want to be in his arms. Judging from the sly grin twisting his lips, he knows it too.
“Well, I want to dance with you. Come on. How bad can it be? Just one dance.”
Sighing, I give in and go with the flow, letting Clancy draw me into his arms. Agreeing is the path of least resistance. That’s what I tell myself anyway.
Those two drinks have what little resolve is left waning and my body feels languid and loose enough to relax against him.
Of course, a slow song would have to be playing. Silently I cheer and curse the universe at the same time.
Molded to the front of Clancy’s muscular body is the last place I should be.
But it might be the only place I want to be now that I am.
Which makes me a dumbass because I know he’s a top-notch player and I’m not supposed to get played by him.
But is it getting played when you go into the situation with your eyes wide open?
Sophie, his own cousin, has warned me to stay away from him. Therefore, I’m not supposed to be dancing closely with Clancy, and I’m definitely not supposed to be enjoying it.
I probably shouldn’t be so excited about the prospect of placing a check mark next to his name in my old diary. My stomach leaps and twirls. I shouldn’t be, but I am.
Who knew that dancing could feel so sexual? That every particle that makes up my body could hum with awareness? That every brush of our hips teases me to the point I might splinter?
His large hands wander over my spine, sending chills plucking down each vertebra like fingertips on guitar strings.
His palms are hot against my lower back, caressing me. Making me want them to slide lower and cup my ass.
When his actions mimic my thoughts, my breath stutters. One cheek in each hand, he squeezes, urging me closer to his obvious hard-on.
Well, this escalated fast.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he confesses in a hoarse voice with his lips against my ear. “Holding you is the best thing about this wedding.”
“I’m not going to fall for your bullshit,” I inform him, leaning closer.
But who am I kidding?
I fell the moment I saw him standing next to me.
“Noted. But you don’t have to fall for me to fuck me. So, what do you say?” He grinds into me and I let out a low moan, my eyelids sweeping shut. “You know it will be mind-blowing. Fuck. You’re halfway to an orgasm already.”
My eyes snap open with annoyance. Is it possible to want to screw someone and strangle them at the same time?
“So are you. How do I know you won’t... “ I struggle for a polite way to say what I need to. “End early.”
He laughs. “I won’t. And even if I did, it wouldn’t keep me down for long.” He winks. “I recover fast.”
I curl my upper lip at him, but it’s really at myself. I hate being so tempted by his hard, hot body. But I’m pretty sure he could tempt a nun to throw caution to the wind.
Besides, I haven’t had sex in too fucking long.
In fact, I can’t even remember how much time it’s actually been.
But none of those reasons matter. What it boils down to is that I've never been the girl to doubt myself or to not go after the things I want.
I want Clancy Wilde.
He’s been an object of my desire for years now. He’s smoking hot and I’m pretty sure sex with him won’t make me regretful.
You only live once, and tonight I’m going to grab onto Clancy and enjoy the ride.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to every reader who purchased, borrowed or read ICED with Kindle Unlimited.
Thank you to my PA Diane for all the things you do to keep me organized and get my books seen. I know how much work you put into the ICED release and I appreciate it more than I can say. I’m so grateful to have your support and dedication.
I have to thank my amazing editor and proofreader, Shauna Stevenson from Ink Machine Editing. You’re so great about fitting me in when I need you to. I really appreciate how flexible you are and how quickly you work. Thank you for being so encouraging and for taking great care with my books.
Marley Valentine, thank you for doing such a great job on the formatting. You always make my books look great.
Thank you to all the members of my Facebook reader’s group Spoiled by Chance for being so incredibly supportive of everything I write. You guys have embraced my storyline choices from day one. Thank you for all the shares you give my graphics and for recommending my books every chance you get. It’s an amazing feeling to have such a strong support system behind me every step of the way. And a special thank you for helping me to describe Ava’s dress at the wedding. I couldn’t have done it authentically without your help.
About the Author
Jacob Chance grew up in New England and still lives there today. He’s a martial artist, a football fan, a practical joker and junk food lover.
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