Page 158 of Attached At Heart
I more than understood. I felt how much I wanted her in every breath I took.
“Can we sneak up to that bridal suite a little early?”
I groaned. “I think they’re planning to seat everyone for dinner in like five minutes.”
“Sully can distract them, can’t he?”
She pressed her lips to my pulse point, sucking lightly.
I hoped she left a mark.
Fire licked my veins.
“Fuck, I can’t say no to you.”
I grabbed Delaney’s hand, leading her inside the back entrance of the winery. Sully stood just inside the door, twiddling his thumbs, and I might have called him out for spying on us if I didn’t need him to do exactly as Lane had suggested.
“Distract them,” I grunted as I hurried Delaney up the back stairs, which were tucked right near the door, grabbing her train behind her so she didn’t fall.
“Distract who?”
“Everyone. Give me ten.”
“Ten?” Sully scoffed.
“You’re right. Probably more like five.”
With the way I wanted Delaney right now, I didn’t think we’d need long. I demonstrated absolutely no restraint anymore when it came to my wife, and I knew that was exactly the way she liked it.
“Not what I meant,” Sully called after us, already halfway up the spiral staircase. “Take your time.”
As soon as we made it to the landing at the top of the stairs, I gripped Delaney’s hip with one hand and wrapped my hand around her throat with the other, pulling her back into me and bringing her ear to my lips. “I’m not taking my fucking time.”
“I don’t want you to,” she replied, her voice thick with want.
“Good answer,” I grunted, releasing Delaney to let her walk the rest of the way into the bridal apartments that were created for the use of wedding parties on the day of events at the winery. The rooms were littered with makeup and hair tools andgarment bags, and I had to watch my step as I followed Delaney through the doorway.
As soon as she heard the door close behind me, Delaney spun and grabbed me by the front of my jacket, yanking me toward her.God yes. I responded just as eagerly, crashing my lips to hers despite the makeup I knew I was smearing, longing to taste her fully. Andhell, did she taste good. Like everything I had ever wanted.
“Later tonight, I’m going to take my time peeling this off you, baby,” I murmured against her lips, sculpting my hands over her dress to feel her curves.
“And now?” she gasped.
“Now?” I paused to give her a deep, all-consuming kiss before growling, “Right now, you’re going to get fucked in your wedding dress, Delaney London.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, her body molding to mine at the words, seeking mine. “Is my husband going to fuck me?”
“He’s going to fuck you so goddamn hard,” I promised as I cupped her face in my palms and pulled back to look at her, wanting to see her expression. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” Delaney said without hesitation, her voice strong even as her body trembled. She raked her fingers down my chest, and I felt like I could jump out of my skin.
Knowing we didn’t have a lot of time—before dinner and before we both lost it—I urged Delaney further into the room, not stopping until I had her up against the back of a couch and she was perched atop it. I tried to step between her legs, needing to be closer to her, but her dress made it difficult, and I groaned in frustration.
Meanwhile, Delaney kept running her hands over my body, trailing lower and lower. She ran a single fingertip down the length of my erection, and I thought that might be it for me, absolutely destroyed at the sight of Delaney touching me likethat while wearing a white dress. Because she looked a whole lot like mine.Mywife.Mybest friend.Mybusiness partner. My fucking everything.
Mine.
Delaney’s touch switched from featherlight and teasing to a tight squeeze, and I cursed in surprise, undone by the feel of her hand cupping me.
