Page 9 of Bound Bride
"I have the details," Rose smiles, and she leans up onto her tiptoes, lowering her voice. "But that's no reason for us not to enjoy ourselves, right? After all, we're going to be in each other's lives forever."
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We step to the left together, hand in hand, then to the right and Kon's foot nudges against mine.
Another step and our hips collide, then we both step forward at the same time and bump into one another. Kon grunts softly, then slows us to a stop.
"You weren't kidding," I murmur, gazing up at him. "You really can't dance."
"I was not lying."
"I'm kind of impressed."
"Why?"
"Well, look at you." I nudge my chin up slightly. "We've known each other less than half an hour, but I can tell your suit is exceptionally tailored. Every man around this room moves with you, even when you almost step on my foot. Your hair is immaculate, your grip is strong even though you're uncertain of the steps. Everything about you tells me you're ratherdistinguished and given that, I would have expected you to know how to dance."
Alcohol makes the words flow far easier than I'm prepared for. It's not until my mouth closes that I'm struck with the worry that I've said something out of line. After all, I've only known my husband for half an hour.
Kon's hand shifts against my lower back, and his fingers spread a little wider. Then, he leans into me and locks eyes. "You are more observant than you appear."
"When people don't notice you, it's easy to pick up on things."
"Now I am impressed," he replies. "A woman as beautiful as you surely does not go as unnoticed as you would think."
"You'd be surprised." My heart flutters slightly and a welcoming warmth spreads down my back as Kon holds me in his gaze.
The way he speaks is so slow and calm, like he's put exceptional thought into every word before it passes his lips.
He's unlike any man I've ever met before, which might explain why he's happy to marry a woman he's never met.
Father never did tell me what exactly Konstantin gets out of this deal. According to him, it's none of my concern.
An insult since I'm the one being ordered around.
"I am rarely surprised," Kon replies.
"Since you can't dance, then let me."
His brows lift and the last thing I see is the slight parting of his lips as I turn away from him, close my eyes, and let the music flow through me.
Three glasses of gorgeous wine have loosened all the tension built up inside me.
Even Mathew's presence no longer feels like a threat and I throw myself into swaying to the music as if I'm adrift in the waves, being carried back and forth.
Kon doesn't have to move, but as I press my ass back against his hips and sway one way, then spin and grind into him the other way, he gently rocks with me while keeping his hands politely on my waist and shoulders.
Very gentlemanly.
Too gentlemanly.
Mathew and his scumbag brothers talked about Konstantin like he was some kind of bloodthirsty, unruly monster, and getting that monster to fuck me was supposed to be easy.
A man driven by carnal instinct surely can’t resist a beautiful woman in a beautiful dress grinding against him like this. Unfortunately, Kon does.
Despite the placement of his hands and the occasional curious glint in his eyes, he's almost hesitant in his movements.
