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urge to kiss the strong column was nearly irresistible. She shifted her gaze over his shoulder, concentrating on the rest of the room, and not his thumbs drifting back and forth over her skin above the fabric of her dress. The casual touch made her nipples harden. She wanted to slide against him to ease the ache that now spread, making her sex throb.
    All because he was touching her bare skin.
    The lights dimmed further and he pressed her closer, so she could feel his arousal through the frothy layers of her skirt. Unable to resist any longer—after all, she’d only have him a few more hours before he was gone again—she looped her arms around his neck, allowing her fingertips to stroke the skin there. He drew in a breath, and she could almost taste him on her lips. Angling his head, he slid his palm to the small of her back. His thumb rubbed casually up and down her spine, the innocent touch sending nerve endings racing to her sex. He’d touched her the same way after they’d made love last night, when she’d stretched out beside him, naked, her head on his chest. Did he realize that was what he was doing? God, she wished she could resist him instead of longing to drag him from the wedding and give him a tongue bath.
    The scent of him, the hard length of his body, her own desire to enjoy her time with him relaxed her defenses and she moved closer, her breasts pressed to his chest, her fingers toying with the soft short hair at the back of his neck. She moved her belly against his arousal, because she could, her movements hidden by the full skirt. He drew in a sharp breath, his hand fisting in her skirt, and she could almost feel his mouth against her throat when—
    “Hey! Romeo!” Jared smacked Eric’s arm. “Line dance.”
    Eric stepped back, releasing her slowly. Her body ached with longing as more people crowded the dance floor, jostling them apart. Dazed, feeling as if she’d been dropped into the middle of the party after being on a deserted island, Haven had trouble remembering the steps. Trying to keep an eye on Eric didn’t help, but he drifted farther away. On one turn, she saw him, tie and jacket gone, sandwiched between two young women who seemed to be showing him the steps by standing much closer than necessary. Jealousy surged, unexpected, sending her off balance again.
    He lifted his head and smiled at her, as if he’d known where she was all along. Her heart tripped and she returned his smile.
    On the next rotation, he was beside her, still struggling with the steps but having fun with the rhythm, wiggling his ass playfully at her. She laughed and wiggled hers back on the next turn.
    The song didn’t end, but swayed right into the “Cotton-Eyed Joe”. He scooped her against his side and they moved in rhythm, kicking, sliding, stepping, shuffling forward, Eric and Jared trying to out-shout each other on the “bullshit”. Haven was laughing so hard she couldn’t keep up as the band increased the pace, so Eric essentially dragged her across the floor, grinning down at her, his eyes warm with affection.
    She wanted to be back in his arms so badly.
    Her entire body craved his touch, and not just his fingers splayed possessively across her ribs below her breast.
    A slower song followed the line dances, and Eric turned to her, relief and delight creasing his eyes. With one hand on her back, he drew her closer. With the other, he brushed damp hair from her neck, something that might have embarrassed her another time but now felt so right. She smiled and rested her palms on his shoulders, sliding them back and forth as she moved closer, anticipating the heat of his body.
    “May I have this dance?”
    Haven jolted when Christine’s father tapped her shoulder. “Um. Sure, Mr. Padalecki.” She stepped back, regret shimmering through her entire body as she turned to face the older man.
    “This one doesn’t know how to dance, anyway,” the older man scolded, bringing Haven into his arms with an