Page 40 of No Regrets

She couldn’t hold back her orgasm even if her life had depended on it. It literally came from nowhere and would have had the power to knock her down, had she been standing. Kaden stared into her eyes letting her body milk his, fighting his own urge to come, then giving up.

Sometime later, Kaden pulled away from the wall and sat on the toilet to dispose of the condom. Brianna clung to him, keeping him as close as she could.

“I’m taking my time with you tonight, wild woman, and you’re going to let me.”

She kissed his shoulder, pressing her face against him. “You’re not going to last that long.”

“Why?”

“Wait until you see my dress.” She sat up, smiling. “That’s why I tried my damnedest to get home before you and get dressed. Hence, all the clothing thrown everywhere.”

“Put it on.”

She stood, grabbing her black lace thong and pulled it on. “You need to take a shower.”

“I will.” He kicked his clothing off, watching as she dressed.

She pulled the black strapless dress out, careful not to rip the gauzy material covering the satin lining. It was the only dress she found that was loose and comfortable, something she could stand wearing for half the night.

She undid the zipper and stepped into it. Kaden took the hint and came to her to zip the back up. The bust pushed her breasts high, giving her a decent amount of cleavage without making her look like a whore. The A-line design fell to the floor, because of the matching five-inch stiletto heels Blair had picked out. Together the dress looked beautiful, and turning to see what Kaden thought, he agreed.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Not to sleazy?”

“Nothing you could ever wear would make you look sleazy.” He kissed her. “You’re beautiful, baby.”

She smiled. “I need to fix my hair and do my makeup, so you need to get moving.”

“Hey, are we coming home or staying at my parents’ tonight?”

“Home.”

She wasn’t about to have sex with her husband in his parents’ house. It was too weird and awkward, and Blair checked in with her enough as it was. All she needed was her mother-in-law opening the bedroom door right in the middle of things.

She did her makeup while Kaden took his shower, singing a wonderful rendition of Billy Squire’s The Stroke. With a few improvisations, he had her laughing so hard she nearly poked her eye out twice with the mascara wand.

He dressed while she did her hair, then came back into the bathroom, kissed her shoulder and began working on his hair. It was so unusual for them to be in the bathroom at the same time since he woke before she did, and was dressed and ready for work by the time she got up to make coffee. It was kind of nice getting ready together.

“Hair up or down?” She wadded the curly strands in the form of an up-do, turning toward him, then dropped them do he could see her hair down.

“Up.” He squirted gel in his hands and combed them through his hair making it stick out all over the place. He washed his hands and then began working a different product into his hair.

“Do you know any of the people coming to this party?” Brianna clipped her hair up in several different places creatively forming a decent up-do.

“Yeah. My friends are coming—the guys you met at the restaurant that first night. Derek supposedly has a new girlfriend, so this will be interesting.” He washed his hands again, drying them on the hot pink towel she had laid next to the sink. “Kyle’s coming. Some friends of ours from Charlotte. So yeah, I know the people there. Why?” He turned toward her rolling his sleeves down.

“I’m going to feel out of place, aren’t I?”

“No. You know Kyle. I haven’t heard if Jason and Kendra are coming, but if they do, you’ll know them. Ben and Jonathan are bringing their girlfriends, and then there’s my family. You know tons of people too.”

Brianna huffed, getting frustrated with the bobby pin that wouldn’t quite make her hair lie right. “If you stick me with Kyle all night, I’ll save you the trouble and cut your balls off right now.”

He laughed, only to get a mean glare from her. “I’m sticking you with me all night, how about that?”

“Yeah, whatever.” She finally pulled the misplaced bobby pin from her mess of curls and huffed, looking at her hair in the mirror.

“And after the party we’ll come home and start a little party of our own.”

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