Chapter 21

“Can we leave?” I whispered, knowing fully well that he could hear me. The anticipation was killing me.

He smirked at me. “Why so impatient Mrs. Black?”

I scowled. I took his hand and rubbed circles on his palm. We were at the table, waiting for dessert. We had changed for the reception. I was wearing a golden-pink satin dress, which stopped four inches above my knee. The pink satin flowed to my feet, a split on the side.

Very slowly, I moved our hands to the crotch of his pants. I just touched him and he froze. He gave me a reprimanding look, which I ignored.

“We still have dessert Hanna,” he whisper-growled.

“I can be dessert,” I murmured and his hand tightened on mine. He got up and I followed the lead.

“We should get going,” he announced and without waiting for their reply, he dragged me out of the garden. I could hear