Satin Sheets

Excerpt:
Brad guided Michele to the head table, while their guests tapped their silverware against their plates in anticipation of a kiss.
He looked at Michele’s bridesmaids and wondered how many of them knew the truth about this wedding. Their basic black dresses contrasted the cream of Michele’s ivory satin gown that hugged her small waist and accentuated her height. She looked beautiful, innocent, and sexy. He wanted to put his arms around her and pull her close. She took her place next to her bridesmaids and they posed for another picture for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

Michele’s stomach growled and she wished they’d let her sit down to eat. Brad looked dashing next to his groomsmen in their black tuxedos. He held her arm and Michele shivered from his touch. He looked so handsome in his ivory colored tux. She shivered when he leaned down and ever so slowly took her in his arms. She stared into his eyes as his mouth met hers. With gentle pressure, his lips skimmed over hers in a whisper of a kiss that held long enough to satisfy their friends and relatives.

Involuntarily, her arms came up around his neck. Then he released her and held her chair out for her. A feeling of disappointment overwhelmed her when he let her go. What’s wrong with you, girl. She adjusted her dress and sat down, avoiding his eyes. His hand brushed hers, sending sparks like mini-electrical shocks through out her body. Darn, what was it about this man that attracted her so? Michele couldn’t quite figure it out.

The irresistible urge to kiss Michele didn’t surprise him. He’d wanted to kiss her again since they arrived at the hall. Heck, ever since he kissed her in church. And the guests clanging their silverware gave him the perfect excuse.

He could hardly hear himself think through the din of noise. When he felt the pressure of her arms go around him something erupted in him like the first licks of flames. Something about her helplessness and those frightened eyes, all of sudden he found himself leaning down kissing her again to the delight of their guests. Just a whisper of a kiss, but her lips begged for so much more.

“Okay you two, save it for later.” Mike, his best man, stood up and raised his glass in a toast.

Michele’s hands trembled. She didn’t like this sudden attraction one bit. What had come over her?