CHAPTER NINETEENHailee
His lips felt so good on hers. Dominic’s tongue swept along the outside of her mouth for a moment before retreating. Her brain knew that they were still in the hallway of the reception hall, and that the wedding party and all the guests were still inside celebrating. Her body didn’t care. Dom’s talented lips made her weak at the knees, and walking would prove difficult at the moment.
Probably not as difficult as it would be for him. She knew what was pressing between her thighs. Dominic was overwhelming her senses, and tonight she was intoxicated by him.
“Please come home with me,” he murmured.
She wanted to, but couldn’t find her voice. Ironically, he was a gorgeous hockey player and his stick pressed against her, clouding her senses. Her heart pounded as she lo
