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I curl my fingers into the strands, tugging just a bit, tilting her face up.
Then I kiss my bride.
Chapter 67
Tilda
His lips press against mine,and fireworks ignite in my blood.
Ethan’s hold on my hair is a delicious pull, and I arch into him.
His tongue presses into my mouth, and I open.
I take him in.
I let the flowers get crushed between our bodies as we shift closer.
Ethan spreads his other hand across the bare skin of my upper back.
And I wish we were going to a hotel instead of an airplane hangar after this.
I moan around Ethan’s tongue.
“That’s quite enough,” Mother hisses from her pew.
Ethan’s lips pull up into a smile against mine.
I smile too. Unable to stop myself.
Ethan pulls back, but instead of straightening, he lowers his head and presses his open mouth to the top swell of my breast above the low-cut neckline of my dress.
“Ethan,” I gasp and let go of my flowers with one hand, grabbing onto his shirt for balance.
The volume of the song, which is apparently on repeat, increases.
I let my eyes close.
Ethan lifts his mouth from my chest.
His lips softly press against mine.
I open my eyes.
Ethan’s exhale is warm against my lips. “Ready to go, Wife?”
Wife.
Ethan slides his fingers down the back of my neck as he removes his hand from my hair, sending a shiver down my spine.
My aunt whispers something to my mom, reminding me of our audience.
Playing along, I give the front of his shirt a light tug. “Yes. Now, be a good husband and take me home.”
He doesn’t smile at my words. He clenches his jaw.
And I’m more than ready to go home. Because no matter how we got here, the attraction between us is real.
Ethan drags his gaze down my body, and I feel it like a rough caress.
