Page 55 of Nothing to the Wedding
Always with the lines.Yes, she swooned, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Cad,” she accused in jest.
His palm slithered up her back to bunch her hair in a fist.Just like that, he flipped her over onto her back.That move.He still got her with it, no matter how many times he pulled it.
“Know how much I love you, Mrs.Lomond?”
“Okay, that’s a little hot.”
The press of his mouth demanded so much more that her legs parted as her knees rose to his waist.Just as her frisky thoughts swirled their way into carnal, his kiss slowed to a stop.
“I’m going to make you happy.”
“You do make me happy.”Though she was beginning to resent the satin.“Was this a bad idea?The blindfolds and sex?”
“This was an epic idea.Shit, Roxanna…”
“I needed to be with you too.”
“Your happiness is all that matters to me.I promise you, Lo, I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.”
“You are with me, and the mushy stuff isn’t supposed to come until later.”
“The last three days, all I could think is how I’m over it.”
“Over what?”The back of her fingers drifted down his cheek.“Baby?”
“The trimmings mean nothing anymore.Every second, always, every moment would be better with you in it.The way you see the world… The way your hand fits so perfectly in mine… Everything is better with you.”
“You know what I love?”she asked, still caressing.“The way your arm always stays around me when we’re together.How you hold me against you.How you can’t help but touch me.”
“That’s the curse of getting with a playboy, my appetite belongs to you.”
“It’s not about sex,” she said, recognizing his swagger with equal joy.“Though there’s nowhere I wouldn’t throw down with you, whether we can see or others be watching.”
“You’re good for the brand.”
“Am I good for you, Scroogey?‘Cause that’s all I care about.”
“Without you, I wouldn’t be sane.”
“And I wouldn’t be happy.”Coiling her arms tighter, her shoulders left the floor.“Now kiss me again.If I don’t get out of here soon, we might get caught.”
“Least I’d die a happy man.”
In a few short hours, they’d stand up and declare their love to the world—like it didn’t know already.Beyond that, after the food was gone and the music silenced, they’d be there again, in each other’s arms.Hopefully without the blindfolds.Already she coveted that moment.Their last moments apart made her ache for when they’d next be together.Man, was her heart in trouble.
SIXTEEN
THE BRIDAL BREAKFAST was an exercise in discipline.Not so much for her, but for Jane and Toria.Nothing was expected of her except to let it all happen around her.She could sit at the center of the table, drink her champagne, listen to the excitement of her girls… No flies on her.The wheels were already in motion.No running this train off the track.Nope, what would happen would happen…
Did she have time to commandeer her Casanova with a blindfold again?Could they squeeze in a quickie before they cracked out the cosmetics?She was getting a little wriggly.Hmm, maybe she should tie him up this time too.Plenty of uses for that satin she—okay… Flute to the table.Down.Less of the champagne, she still had a secret to keep.
It was fine for Zairn and Knox, they shared the secret.She still had to look Jane in the eye.Sit next to her.Listen and respond without blurting out the words desperate to bubble up from inside her.And guess what?That was so much harder now all her girls had been clued in.
The women around the breakfast table kept nudging and whispering among themselves, grinning at Janewaymore than was necessary.How was that fair?She wanted to nudge and grin too!Grr, oof, Jane was right there, so containing herself was it.
This was it, the day was finally here.Was it weird she was more excited for Jane than herself?Maybe that would wear off after the truth came out.After the question and acceptance… unless Jane shocked them all with a refusal.Ah, the suspense!
