Page 58 of The Wedding Pact

Seeming to love this just as much, she presses her pelvis into mine and I can tell from the widening of her eyes when she draws away to look at me that she’s felt how hard I am. How much I want her right now.

I go to move away, to apologise, but she doesn’t let me. Instead, she tightens her arms around my waist and keeps me pressed against her, rocking into me as if she’s enjoying the feel of my cock pushing against her stomach.

Okay. There’s no pretending this isn’t happening now.

Ida seems to feel the same way because she leans closer and whispers, ‘We should take this somewhere more private. Let’s go back to the villa,’ into my ear, her hot breath bringing all the nerve endings in my skin to life.

Turning around in my arms, she pushes her back against my front and, moving her arms behind her, wraps them around my hips from behind, so she can hold me tightly against her. Then she starts to walk slowly through the crowded dancefloor like that, towing me behind her, and I realise she’s doing this to protect my modesty, so no one else in the room is aware of the massive boner I currently have for her.

I love her for that.

Once we’re clear of the dancefloor and there’s no one else in front of us, she releases her backwards bear-hug and grabs my hand instead, walking side-by-side with me out of the hotel and down to the wooden walkway leading to our villa.

Neither of us looks at the other as we stride quickly away from the hotel, our eyes fixed firmly on our destination, as if we don’t want to break the spell of this moment.

If we speak now, it might ruin everything.

After what feels like a fucking age, we finally get to our villa and I slide open the door so we can walk inside.

After pulling the door shut, I turn to look at her.

She’s not moved far into the room, only a couple of feet from where I’m standing, but I can see need and anticipation in her expression.

I don’t move.

Neither does she.

We seem to be in a staring competition – an unnerving, tense, but ultimately friendly one – with neither of us sure who should make the first move.

It’s clear there’s going to be a move though. And it’s going to change things significantly between us.

At least I hope that’s what’s going on.

If it was anyone else, I’d definitely think that look in her eye meant she wanted to kiss me.

But I really don’t want to get this wrong. It could mess up more than just this time here with my family. It could end the friendship we’ve been building over the last few weeks.

And I’ll miss it.

Miss her.

Just as I’m thinking this, she takes two steps forward, closing the distance between us, and leans in to kiss me, planting her lips firmly on mine.

And right away I’m lost to it.

My body responds immediately, my blood pulsing hard through my veins and heading straight downwards, making me rock hard again.

Oh man.

Her mouth on mine feels fantastic. Her lips are full and soft and urgent now, like she’s not able to stop herself from doing this, which is a massive turn-on all of itself.

We probably shouldn’t be giving in to this. Not so soon. But I’m hyper aware that the flirty banter that’s been building since we first broke away as a twosome in the chatroom was bound to lead us here.

And the moment I saw her in the airport, I knew. I knew this was going to happen.

In the back of my mind I’d hoped, anyway. Even at the same time as hoping it wouldn’t because of what it might mean.

My head is mashed.