Page 86 of Falling for Nicole
“Happy wedding day,” I say, trying to sound as excited as I possibly can.
“Thank you. I’ve been kicked out already!”
I can’t help but laugh, until I realise I’m about to experience what he’s managed to get away from.
“Go and chill out while you can. I’m pretty sure drinking’s allowed this early on your wedding day.”
“I think I’m going to need it. You too,” he adds with a laugh.
“I’d better get going. I’ll see you later.”
I feel a little bad that he’s been kicked out and everyone else is still asleep. I hope he goes and wakes someone and doesn’t just sit alone in the bar.
My thoughts disappear the second I walk into the bridal suite. There are women, dress bags, make up boxes and crap everywhere.
“Molly, it’s okay, she’s here,” Susan says, looking exhausted when she spots me.
“Sorry, I’d gone for a walk.”
“Thank fuck for that. I thought I had a runaway bridesmaid! Anyway…here’s the hair and make up schedule. The ladies are getting set up in the other room. The flowers should be arriving within the hour and the…” she pauses as she pulls the door open. “Yes! Breakfast is here.” She ushers the member of staff in, followed by another pulling a trolley full of alcohol and breakfast.
The whole morning is crazy. I’ve never experienced anything like it. By the time we’re all squeezing into our dresses, me more than everyone else, I’m just about ready for my bed and the day has barely started.
“I can’t believe the fucking flowers aren’t fucking here. No one’s fucking answering at reception. Fucking shit.”
“I’ll go down and see what’s going on,” I offer. I want to help, but I could also do with a breather.
“Thank you, thank you.”
I breathe a huge sigh of relief the second I pull the door closed behind me. I didn’t know what today was going to be like, but I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so intense. I hit the button for the lift and listen as it makes its way towards me.
The journey to the ground floor doesn’t take half as long as I was hoping. Before I know it, the doors are opening before me. When I look up, I have to do a double take because the guy stood waiting to get in takes my breath away.
My chin drops as my eyes roam around the hard body I know is beneath the sharp navy suit.
We both stand staring at each other for so long, the doors start to close. Dec moves first, his hand stopping them just before they meet, and he joins me inside the enclosed space. My heart races and the moment his scent fills the lift, my mouth waters. He hits the button, then continues walking towards me until I have no choice but to step back. I hit the wall behind me but it doesn’t stop him.
His fingers come up to play with a tendril of hair that’s hanging free from my up do before he slowly runs it down my exposed neck, over the bump of my collar bone, then along the fullness of my breasts. They swell under his touch, only making my dress tighter and pushing them higher.
My breaths come out as pants as his eyes follow the trail of his fingers. All the thoughts that have been filling my head all morning fall away, and the only thing I can think about is Dec fucking me while he’s wearing that suit. A huge rush of heat heads straight between my legs as I picture him pushing me up against the wall right this minute.
Unfortunately, reality kicks back in. I don’t hear the ping of the lift or the doors opening, but Pete’s voice rings in my ears loud and clear. “Put her down, son.”
My head falls back against the wall with a bang as Dec reluctantly takes a step away from me.
“Dad,” he greets without looking back at him when Pete joins us in the lift. He keeps his eyes on me as we descend once again. The promise in them has my stomach clenching in anticipation.
“You look gorgeous, Nicole. If you need help keeping this one at arm’s length, you just shout,” Pete says with a laugh before he walks out. Over his shoulder, I see boxes of flowers sitting out on the table in the middle of reception, and I’m reminded of what I’m meant to me doing.
“Shit, I need to get those flowers.” I smooth my sweaty palms down the front of my dress and take a deep breath as I prepare to use my legs.
I walk out of that lift with my head held high, trying my hardest not to look like the lust filled mess I feel on the inside.
“Do you need a hand?” Dec asks from behind me as I reach for a box.
Turning to look over my shoulder, I’m struck with the same overflow of emotions as when I first saw him in that suit a few seconds ago.
“Please,” I manage to get out after clearing my throat.
