“Secondly,” he murmurs, “did I mention how fucking gorgeous you look in that dress, Ad?”
“Nathan—”
“And lastly—if I’m stiff?”He grins like sin and flicks his gaze downward.
My eyes follow.
Oh.
OH.
“Oh my God, are you?Is that?”I whisper, face exploding with heat.
He huffs a soft laugh.“What?Am I hard?Is my cock threatening to bust through my fly?Fuck, yes.And that’s all because of you, Sparky.Honestly?It’s the most alive I’ve felt in a long damn time.”
I’m still trying to breathe when he adds, voice dropping to a dark growl.
“And if you want to know why I was glaring earlier?It wasn’t because of you.It was because I hate the idea of everyone in here eye-fucking you in that sexy-as-fuck dress.”
“What?”
“You think I’m kidding, but I’m not.Do you have any idea how many sorry motherfuckers are seconds from getting their asses kicked?
I know it’s wrong to get worked up over his words.I mean their rough.Rude.And a little unhinged.
And yet, the world tilts.
Heat spirals through me.
And for the first time in years, I don’t feel like the insecure girl who never quite fit the mold.
I feel wanted.
Desired.
By the one man who has always had the power to destroy me or save me.
And right now?
I can’t look away.
“Your eyes are saying a thousand things, Ad, asking a million questions.I promise to try to answer all of them, but right now, I need you to believe me when I say being here with you, married, celebrating, is exactly where I want to be.Can you do that, Sparky?Can you trust in me?”
I swear I feel his question straight down to my toes, then back up again to places that should not be tingling in public.
Heat flares under my skin.
My cheeks.
My chest.
My thighs.
“Nathan,” I whisper-scold, though it comes out a little more breathless than intended.“You can’t just say things like that.”
He arches a brow, the picture of unrepentant male arrogance.
“Why not?It’s true.Just turn your head and see how they’re all looking.”
