Free Must-Have Husband (Summer Grooms Series) by Ginny Baird

doing, so he let Connie lead as she pulled him along. Soon he was
following her example, rocking back and forth and stepping sideways to the
beat, all the while holding Connie’s hand. He didn’t know how she made it look
so easy as she moved gracefully to the music, employing that seductive sway to
her hips. Suddenly she eased forward, and Mac realized he was supposed to lift
his arm so she could pass underneath. The moment he did, he felt something pop
behind his right arm. The next thing he knew, Connie was passing behind him and
circling around on the left, taking that hand and yanking back hard as she
stepped out in front. Rip . Mac was
sure he’d heard it, another seam tearing in his jacket. He hoped no one would
notice, because there was no stopping Connie now. She was alive with the beat,
her sweet face pink with exertion. Or maybe it was perspiration. Her pearl
necklace bobbed in time to the music. Swish. She flung him forward, then pulled him back with both hands, tugging him up
against her, as threads gave way in the seat of his pants. He had to say
something, get her to stop. But then Elizabeth saved the moment by urging the
rest of the guests onto the floor.
    Once they were surrounded by a sea of gyrating bodies, Mac
forgot all about his failing wardrobe. All he could think of was Connie, with
her gorgeous blue eyes and that beautiful smile on her lips. Any man who’d
walked away from her must have been an idiot. She was lively and fun and — Holy Cow , he thought as she spun him
around again — built
to last! Suddenly, Mac realized the music had stopped, and he had Connie
pressed right up against him as she wound her arms around his back. Party
guests clapped and oohed and aahed at the lovely couple, knitted closely together
on the dance floor.
    Out of nowhere, a chorus erupted. “Kiss, kiss, kiss!” The
crowd became more and more insistent, cheering and clanking goblets with silver
spoons.
    Connie gazed up at him, her cheeks bright red. “We don’t
have to.”
    But if that was how she felt, why was there expectation in
her eyes? Mac had seen that look in a woman before, and he knew exactly what it
meant. It meant she wanted him to, oh yes, she did. And boy, in the heat of
this crazy moment, didn’t he want her too. Mac lowered his mouth to hers,
unable to fight its magnetic pull, as the crowd raged on, hooting and hollering
as their lips drew closer. Mac cradled her head in his hands, enjoying the
silken feel of her hair while his mouth hovered over hers.
    “Mac,” she breathed, panting lightly. “Don’t…stop.”
    And he didn’t. He laid it on with all he had as people
cheered and clinked glasses around them in celebration. And man, didn’t her
mouth taste good, all sweet and sugary like… Wait a minute. Bananas Foster? No
sooner had that thought hit when a cold blast of air assaulted his bottom. Mac
pulled back in shock to see his trousers had slid down to his ankles, and both
of his jacket sleeves had popped off!
    “Wow,” he heard an older woman say from nearby. “Does she
have that effect on all her fiancés?”

 

 
 
    Chapter Six

 
    Mac heard a knock at his door and cracked it open.
    “Are you all right?” Connie asked with a worried look. She
was still in her nice dress and pearls, looking as beautiful as ever. After his
extremely embarrassing moment, Mac had hustled to his room to change back into
his flannel shirt and jeans and hadn’t resurfaced since. Despite the dancing,
his ankle seemed relatively back to normal, so he’d dispensed with the ace
bandage and dropped it in his pack. He’d since heard car doors popping open and
vehicles driving away, so figured most of the guests had left by now.
    “I’m sorry about what happened,” he said. “Downstairs, I
mean.”
    “That wasn’t your fault.”
    “I’m glad you understand.”
    She brought her hand to her mouth to disguise a giggle. “You
have to admit, it was kind of funny.”
    “Funny?”
    “Oh, Mac,”