Page 8 of Kiss Me, Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 2)

Dustin’s gaze shifted to Rylie’s expression as she stopped and scanned the area, her forehead wrinkled in concentration. She worried her full lip, and the sight of those even, white teeth abusing the lush, pink flesh made his cock stir to attention. Shifting on his feet to relieve the pressure against the front of his suit pants, he stepped a little closer.

“What are you thinking?” h

e asked.

She jumped, as though she’d been lost in thought and forgotten he was there. He didn’t like that; Dustin wanted her as aware of him as he was of her. It wasn’t rational or even fair, but there it was. She got to him and he couldn’t put his finger on why.

But she had no idea what was going on inside him. How could she?

Finally, Rylie answered him. “I was just wondering about the bird poop. If they are free to walk around the grounds, then they must make quite a mess. I would hate for our bride to step in something.”

Dustin covered his mouth to hide his smile as Toni straightened up, obviously offended. “We have a groundskeeper who takes very good care of the property. There is no mess.”

Rylie blushed. “I didn’t mean any offense. I was just thinking that things may happen and we can’t control everything.”

Toni’s lips were still pinched, and Dustin added, “Maybe the geese—”

“Swans,” both women corrected.

Whatever. “Swans could be locked up during the wedding? Then the grounds would be clean and stay that way during the ceremony.”

Toni seemed to be considering, and Dustin grinned as Rylie jumped on the suggestion. “They are beautiful, so maybe after the ceremony they could be released? Then they can be in the background of some of the pictures. Very romantic.”

Toni nodded enthusiastically. “That is the reason we got them. We thought they would add a romantic element to the grounds.”

“Oh, they do.” Rylie glanced at Dustin, and he thought she looked appreciative.

Visibly appeased, Toni flashed them a sunny smile. “Let me show you the rest of the grounds, and then I’ll take you through the buildings.”

“Thank you.”

Just as they started walking again, Rylie stumbled in front of him. Before she went down, he grabbed her, pulling her back against his chest. As she leaned into him, her butt pressed right into his crotch and it just made his erection worse.

“You okay?” he murmured.

She nodded, clearing her throat. “I hit some kind of dip in the walkway and my ankle turned.”

“Does it hurt?” God, she smelled good, like the peonies and lilacs his mother had in her garden.

“No, it happens all the time. I’m okay.”

That should have been his cue to release her, but it was the last thing he wanted to do.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Chapter 3

Rylie’s heart continued to pound, even as Dustin’s hands slipped away from her arms. She nervously tucked a stray hair behind her ear and stepped away from him unsteadily. Not because of her ankle, which throbbed and ached, but because of what she’d felt pressed against Dustin’s front. He’d been excited to have her there and just the knowledge of that had been a rush.

Come on, he’s a horn dog. Any ass will do. Besides, I have Asher.

It was probably a bad sign that she had to keep reminding herself about her live-in boyfriend.

“Should we continue?” Toni asked.

Rylie’s face warmed, irrationally worried the older woman could read her thoughts. “Yes, sorry. I normally change my shoes when I scout locations, but I forgot today.” Probably because she’d been so thrown about being paired with Dustin.

As they continued the tour, Rylie discreetly checked out the front of Dustin’s trousers and could still see the evidence of his excitement pressing against the gray fabric. From the look and shape of it, it was no wonder so many women had no problem hopping into bed with him.