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expert move. “We’ll show you how it’s done.”
    Haven sent Eric an apologetic glance, but he waved it off. “No problem. I’ll go get a beer.”
    Eric leaned against the bar and watched Haven step smartly in the arms of the bride’s father. God, she was graceful and gorgeous, even in that nightmare of a dress. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She cast him a smile as she and the older man circled past, and he saluted her with a beer bottle. One of the young girls he’d been next to during the first line dance approached and invited him onto the floor. He declined gently. He didn’t want another woman in his arms. Haven was why he’d been so determined to get to this wedding. Her laugh carried as he watched her twirl and quickstep across the floor. Her skin shone with the exertion. More than anything, he wanted to claim her.
    When the next song began, he strode toward her. The glow on her face when she looked at him shifted, became more intimate.
    “I think I want to give it a shot,” he told Mr. Padalecki, his gaze focused on Haven.
    “See that you don’t tread on her toes anymore,” grumbled the older man as he turned her over to Eric.
    “Hmm.” Eric brought her into his arms, one arm snug about her waist, the other free to trail through her falling hair before taking her hand and tucking it between their bodies. She nestled against him, none of the tension in her that he usually felt when they were in public. When he bent his head, he breathed in her scent, damp, clean, female. He wanted to taste her but contented himself with watching her, smelling her. As they swayed to the music, her eyes darkened with awareness. Her nipples were hard against his chest and she moved against his cock with slow circles of her hips, deliberate, he knew. Her breath blew cool over his throat above the opening of his shirt and all he could think of was the feel of her skin.
    “I need to touch you,” he said against her ear.
    “You’re doing nothing but touching me,” she countered, but her voice was breathy, hopeful, and her hips pressed more firmly into his.
    “I want to kiss you.”
    “Not here.” She tightened her grip on his hand, as if she was thinking about running.
    “Where?”
    “Um.” She considered, her gaze darting about, before focusing on a door at the top of the stairs. “The bride’s room.”
    He eased back, taking a step toward the stairs, her hand firmly in his. She balked.
    “We can’t. Not together. Everyone will know why.”
    “So?”
    She shook her head. “I go first. You follow in a few minutes. All right?”
    He didn’t think he could hold out a few minutes without her, but he nodded once, anyway. She lifted her skirts and moved to the edge of the dance floor, then up the stairs, not looking back.
    Christ. His cock hardened at the thought of having her alone. If anyone was paying too much attention, they’d know exactly what was going on because he couldn’t get his arousal under control, damn it. He waited, and followed her upstairs.
    Haven jolted when he opened the door and pressed a palm to her chest. “That wasn’t a few minutes. That was a few seconds.”
    “Didn’t want to give you a chance to change your mind.” He locked the door.
    “I want a chance to clean up.” She nodded to the restroom at the end of the dressing chamber.
    “You’re perfect.” Because he couldn’t stay away, he crossed the room to her, curving his fingers over her back, bringing her as close to him as he could get with all that damned fabric in the way. He slid his palm up to cup her head, angling her for his mouth.
    God, she tasted like heaven, musky, with an undercurrent of sweetness from the champagne. She parted her lips beneath his, her arm hooking behind his neck, anchoring him as she explored his mouth. Just when he thought he couldn’t get any harder, that kiss almost did him in. He traced his fingertips down her smooth arms and back up to her shoulders, keeping his caress