Page 11 of Curvy Love

I can’t keep my eyes off Laurel. She looks unbelievable tonight in a frothy dress that pulls her tits up and ties behind her neck, hugging her amazing curves. It’s a bright color, like cranberry sauce at Thanksgiving. A cluster of jewels sit right below her cleavage—like I didn’t already have a difficult time keeping my eyes off her tits. She’s stunning and she’s going to completely overshadow the bride.

She bites down on her lip and looks around the boathouse as we walk up the ramp, hand-in-hand.

“Have I told you how stunning you look? Seriously, Laurel, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She stops walking and looks at me, searching my face, I guess looking for sincerity? I’m not really sure. Then her features soften and she reaches up to kiss me. Just a gentle press of her lips. I don’t deepen it because it’s not the time and I know enough about women that I can’t mess up her lipstick at a time like this. But I want to. I want to press her up against the railing, lift her skirt and slide into her wet heat.

I know plenty of people will think I’m nuts for moving this fast, but I’m all in with this woman. Sometimes you just know and with Laurel, I know. She’s mine. My dad swears the same thing happened when he met my mom. Truth is, Laurel would probably think I’m nuts if I said any of this out loud.

Thankfully I’m a patient man. I know she’s been hurt before so I’m not going to push it. I can wait until she’s ready.

I squeeze her hand. “What was that for?”

“For being sweet.”

I fake a wound in my chest. “Ugh, that’s the kiss of death for a man. We’re not supposed to be sweet. We’re supposed to be tough, brooding and sexy.”

She laughs. “The sweet works on you. Besides, you’re big, strong and ridiculously hot so it offsets the sweet. It’s a killer combination.”

I know I’m glowing like a fucking peacock under her praise. “You think I’m hot?”

“Oh stop it, as if you don’t know.”

I pull her close and bend down to her ear, press my lips to it briefly before saying, “Then we’ll be the hottest couple here tonight. Because goddam woman, I could eat you alive in that dress.”

She sucks in a breath and for a moment I worry that I’ve said too much, but she turns those jade green eyes to me and her pupils are wide with lust. “Thank you for doing this with me, I don’t think I could have done it alone.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else with anyone else.”

She smiles so brightly that I swear my heart thumps outMINE. I’m in trouble and I don’t even care because this woman is special. I can feel that truth in every fiber of my being. Like how I instinctively knew which skill to use in hand-to-hand combat. The other men in my unit called me The Snake because I could take down an opponent with one strike. I take in a cleansing breath because that part of my life is over now. Being next to Laurel, just being near her seems to calm and center me in a way no meditation or relaxation technique ever has.

By the time we’re seated—on the groom’s side—the ceremony itself goes by quickly. It’s a nice wedding, but not particularly special. Laurel sits quietly next to me and I watch her carefully gauging her reactions, looking for any sign that she still has feelings for the bland piece of toast in a tux at the front of the aisle.

Then the ceremony is over and people file out to head to the banquet hall for the reception. When Laurel stands though, she freezes and grasps her throat.

“What’s the matter,muñeca?”

“My dress. The button on my top broke and if I let go, um…” she glances over her shoulder at me.

“You’ll flash everyone?”

She nods.

“Okay, let me see.” She holds the straps, but moves her hand enough so that I can inspect the dress. “They’re too short for me to tie them together.”

“Fantastic.”

“I’ve got an idea. You hold your dress on and follow me.” I pause a moment. “Do you want my jacket to put on?”

“No, I should be okay if this doesn’t take too long.”

“Stay close to me and I’ll get you out of here before you expose yourself.”

“Stop smiling. This isn’t funny,” she says, but she’s smiling too.

“I’m only smiling because I’m hoping I catch a peek.”

“Pervert.” Again, she’s grinning broadly at me.

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