The moment we stepped outside, the cool night air hit us. Vanessa shivered against me, her fingers curling into the fabric of my suit jacket. I tightened my grip, adjusting her weight in my arms as I strode toward the car. She nestled her face against my shoulder, her breath warm on my neck. Desire jolted through me.
"You're a menace when you're drunk," I muttered.
"Menace to society," she slurred, her words slow and syrupy. "That's me." Her fingers traced idle patterns against my chest, and I sucked in steadying breaths. The barest touch of her skin against mine was enough to make me shudder.
Malone opened the car's back door, and I ducked inside, stretching across the red leather seats to carefully deposit my passed-out bride. She slumped back, her eyelids fluttering as I buckled her in.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
I paused, my fingers lingering near her collarbone. "Where do you want to go?"
