Page 13 of Burn Bag (Owens Protective Services #31)

I looked around until I found where the DJ was set up and hustled over there. We needed good music, and we needed it now. “Hey! Give me the good stuff. The Hokey Pokey, The Chicken Dance…you know, proper wedding music!”

The DJ nodded and the music shifted just moments later. Grinning, I ran back out to the dance floor and grabbed my hubby’s hand just as Love Shack started playing. It wasn’t long before we had a crowd of people around us—singing, dancing, and sweating just like us.

The grin on my face couldn’t be removed for any reason. I was having too much fun, and it appeared Bradford was also. Sweat dripped between my breasts and down my back, and it was only when I had danced for ten songs that I finally took a breather and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

People stopped me along the way, introducing themselves and complimenting how I looked.

I doubted I still had that radiant bridal look after dancing so raucously, but I thanked them and finally reached the bathroom.

I quickly wet some paper towels and shoved them down my dress, wiping them over my breasts as best I could.

It did nothing for the boob sweat beneath them, but the cooling effect at least helped.

I grabbed more paper towels and ran them over my neck, moaning when it cooled my skin. I felt like I was on fire.

“That good, huh?”

I glanced toward the door where another woman stood with a grin on her face. “I really need another dress, but I didn’t exactly think of that.”

“Well, last-minute ceremonies will do that,” she chuckled. “I’m Isla.”

“Daphne.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I grinned, waving my hand in front of my face.

“So, you just agreed to marry a man you’ve never met?”

I was a little surprised by the accusation in her tone, but she was his friend. I guess she had the right to be suspicious.

“Well, he did the same,” I shrugged.

“He thought he was getting a different woman.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. Gone was the friendliness from when she walked through the door. Frankly, I was surprised she was acting so vicious.

“Is there a problem here?”

For just a moment, I saw a hint of regret in her eyes. “Just don’t screw him over. We all care about him, and we want to make sure he’s happy.”

She cared about him.

My eyes dipped to the ring on her finger, and I couldn’t help but wonder why she was so territorial of a man she wasn’t married to. But that was for another night. I was determined to enjoy my time.

“Well, it was lovely to meet you,” I smiled. “Have a great night.”

I tossed the paper towels in the trash and yanked open the door, letting her words fall away the moment I heard The Chicken Dance come on.

Running out there, I hustled over to Bradford and immediately started dancing.

The grin on my face couldn’t be contained as I watched him really get into it, shaking his butt with the music.

In fact, everyone was having a great time. We flipped from song to song, every one getting more wild than the last. We were dancing to Brown-Eyed Girl and he was swinging me across the dance floor, grinning from ear to ear. I was having so much fun.

And then the music changed. The first slow song of the entire night.

“Let’s slow this down,” the DJ said over the speakers. “Allow me to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Kavanaugh!”

Everyone cheered, and for a moment, I just enjoyed, for once, being in the spotlight. But then Bradford’s face changed from a grin to an intense look that I understood all the way down to my lady parts. His hand slid around my back as people started clanking their silverware against their glasses.

I held my breath as he drew me in closer, his hand sliding up my back in a caress that I felt all the way to my toes. With my body pressed against his, I could hardly breathe, scarcely think of anything over the pounding of my heart.

“Mrs. Kavanaugh,” he grinned right before his lips met mine in a brutal kiss .

Holy. Fucking. Fireworks.

His taste exploded on my tongue in a dizzying swirl of fantasy and expectations. With my heart hammering in my chest, I could practically feel what it would be like to have his fingers on me, to have his tongue roaming over my body as he made love to me.

So much passion and desire swirled in that one kiss that I nearly collapsed. It was only his strong arms holding me that kept me from falling to the ground in a puddle of goo.

When he finally released me, I saw the same confusion I felt swirling in his eyes. No kiss should be that damn good—should make me want to tear off my clothes and mount this man in the middle of the dance floor.

Yet, here I was, staring at him like I was ready to do just that.

The cat calls still whooped around us as we gazed at each other.

Those fireworks I felt when his lips first pressed against mine were still tingling throughout my body and exploding all around me.

It became hard to breathe, hard to even stand upright as I continued to stare into those beautiful brown eyes.

And that’s when I realized that it wasn’t just his kiss that had me woozy. “I’m going to black out now.”