My stomach is doing somersaults. I step closer to Teddy and squeeze his hand, then wait for Felix’s reaction.
“I need a drink. We’ll talk about this later, Theodore,” he says, but my brother’s lips pull into a smile before he heads off to the bar.
“That’s one way to tell him,” I say as Teddy wraps his arms around my waist.
“Felix is cool,” he says.
“He already knew?”
Teddy bobs his head side to side. “Not exactly. I guess last night I must have said something about the girl I was talking to. This morning, the guys were giving me shit and asking me who it was. I actually think Emmett figured it out, because he asked me on the way here if I could put a good word in with Stella.”
I glance over where the two of them are dancing. Stella is looking at the doorway.
“He can’t even tell us apart.” I laugh. “Besides, I think she is off the market.” I inch closer and rest my hands around the back of his neck. We sway to the music.
He drops a kiss to my lips. “Too bad for Emmett.”
I laugh and rest my head on his shoulder.
He runs a hand down the back of my head, threading his fingers in my hair. “I can’t believe I’m dancing with the hottest girl at the party.”
Laughing, I smile up at him. “Are you eating your heart out?”
He cocks his head to the side. “What?”
“Nothing.” I snuggle into his big chest again. “Nothing at all.”
We stay for two more songs before Teddy pulls me off the dance floor. Everyone else is occupied, so we sneak outside and walk around the building to a secluded spot on the property. He wraps his arms around me to keep me warm and we get lost in long, hungry kisses.
He makes a rough, frustrated sound deep in his throat when I reach down and trail my fingers over the bulge in his pants.
I already knew Teddy was built, from the dry-humping session the other night, but I feel a jolt of pleasure at just how fantastic he is. Long and hard, and yes, thick.
He mutters under his breath and groans as I explore. I stroke him over his clothes, getting more of those sexy noises out of him, but I need more.
His entire body shudders when I press my body into his. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’ll die a happy man. Turn around.”
I comply, facing the other direction. His hand drops to my thigh and then slowly grazes up and underneath the skirt of my dress. If anyone were to walk out here, we’d look like a happy couple cuddling in the night, but under my dress, Teddy’s fingers push my panties to the side and rub small circles over my clit.
“Not fair. I can’t reach you.” My words are breathy, and goosebumps race up my arms.
Teddy sweeps my hair away from my neck to kiss me. “Just enjoy, sweetheart.”
He nudges my legs farther apart. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as his fingers pump in and out of me at a slow, torturous pace.
The Christmas Waltz plays inside, and occasionally happy voices and laughter filter out with the music. I’ve often felt like I’m on the outside, looking in, but when I’m with Teddy, it’s like everyone else is missing out, instead of the other way around.
“Teddy.” I gasp as pleasure builds and spikes.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs and sucks hard on the side of my neck.
Spots dance before my vision as I come. Teddy holds me as I sink into him and gulp in air. His dick twitches between us.
I swivel around and peer up at him. “Your turn.”