ache.
Before things got too obvious, Wyatt let go of me and turned to Kaylee. “Would you like to dance?”
While he led her away, I swallowed a mouthful of beer to cool myself down. My gaze followed them as they made circuits around the floor. Kaylee smiled and beamed at him the whole time, never noticing the way Wyatt’s gaze kept returning to me. After one song, he escorted her back to the table and asked Megan to dance next.
He tossed me a smirk as he took her hand, and I rolled my eyes.
“Are you sure you and Wyatt aren’t in a fight?” Rain asked me as we watched him spin Megan on the dance floor. “You’re the one he usually asks to dance.”
I tore my gaze away from him and offered her a shrug. “Maybe he’s just in the mood to mix things up.”
When Wyatt came back with Megan, he set his sights on Rain next, but she turned him down with a good-natured shake of her head. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.”
He clutched his heart and made a show of being wounded, but Rain only laughed and shoved him away. “Dance with Andie. Everyone’s waiting to see you two show off some of your fancy moves.”
Wyatt swiveled on his heel, eyebrows arching as his gaze locked on mine. “Shall we?”
I responded with a nonchalant nod, as if I couldn’t care less either way.
Instead of taking my hand, he gestured for me to precede him. As he followed, he pressed his palm into the small of my back. “You’re wearing a dress,” he murmured into my ear.
“I am.”
We reached the dance floor, and I turned to face him. My hand tried to shake a little as I held it out to him. A fizzing sensation bubbled in my stomach when his fingers closed around mine, squeezing briefly before he loosened his grip.
“You don’t wear dresses very often.” He placed his other hand below my shoulder blade and guided me into the circle of dancers, where we fell into step together as easily as breathing.
“That’s true, I don’t.”
He spun me a couple of times before pulling me back to him. “I like it.”
“Do you? I couldn’t tell by the way you’re practically drooling.”
“You always make me drool. But you in a dress makes me drool even more.”
We did a move called a cuddle duck out, our hips bumping as he pulled me up against him before I ducked under his arms. As we moved back-to-back his ass rubbed against mine, and my body tightened in response.
“What happens if we do a flip when you’re wearing a dress?” he asked when I was facing him again. As if he didn’t know.
“Everybody in the room gets to see what color underwear I’m wearing.” I’d briefly considered forgoing undergarments completely, but it was too risky a proposition with dancing on the agenda. I didn’t want to get banned by Uncle Randy for flashing my naughty bits at all his customers.
A grin spread over Wyatt’s face. “What color underwear are you wearing?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“That’s why I asked.”
“I guess you’ll have to find out with everyone else.”
“Like hell,” he growled, his expression darkening. “No one gets to see your underwear but me.”
My lips twitched into a smile. “Then we probably shouldn’t do any flips.”
He spun me twice, then his arm wrapped around my neck for a moving dip as he bent me back over his leg, lowering me almost to the floor.
I responded intuitively to his every cue as he pulled me upright and led me through a complex series of spins and maneuvers. My awareness of him had always been strong, but it was even stronger now that we’d been intimate. I didn’t even have to think about what I was doing. I understood his body, and he understood mine.
I was already feeling a little dizzy—both from the spinning and from the powerful connection between us—when Wyatt’s arm curled around my neck, and he lowered me into a kissing dip.
His hair fell around my face as his eyes gazed into mine. My lips parted in anticipation, hungering for contact as his face moved closer and closer.
Our lips touched in a barely there kiss that only lasted for the length of a blink before he hauled me back to my feet and spun me away from him. His hand clenched mine in a painful grip as our eyes met again before he pulled me back into frame.
“You’re trying to torture me,