Elisa let out a soft laugh and then, with a very seductive wink at Angus, she veered off to the left, taking up her place on the bride’s side of things.
“God, I love her so much,” Angus muttered at his side, the tone of his voice making it very clear exactly what he was planning to do with Elisa when they were next alone.
Mick swallowed again. His skin began to prickle. His pulse quickened. Not because of Angus’s obvious lust and adoration for his wife, but because Zeta was now barely a foot away from him, about to follow Elisa to the left.
Looking at him.
And for whatever fucking reason, all he wanted to do was grab her arse with both hands, haul her to his body, and kiss her.
Really fucking kiss her.
Senseless.
Fuck, what the hell was going on?