“Oh, it’s not a position,” I said stupidly. It was obvious he was just joking, but I was absolutely out of my mind with desire.
“We’ll just have to make it a position then, won’t we?” He stared into my eyes with such a possessive look that I couldn’t help but feel thrilled.
“If you want.” I nodded, my head still up in the clouds of confusion and denial.
“We should go back into the church.” He grinned. “Someone’s playing ‘Here Comes the Bride.’ ”
“Yeah, we should head in.” I nodded as I hurried toward the door.
“You go first.” He stayed where he was. “I’ll come in after you.”
“Okay.” I opened the door and hurried out of the room, my body flushed with blood from my orgasm.
Had I really just let a strange man go down on me? My brain was still in total disbelief, and I laughed to myself as I walked into the church. Not only had I just let Mr. Miracle Tongue go down on me, but I was planning on letting him do a lot more to me later that evening.
“Did you just make out with that guy?” Alice’s face was positively giddy as she stared at me.
I felt like I was doing the walk of shame as I made my way down the aisle, and I knew that I’d have to donate all five of the twenties that Alice was going to eventually give me to the church. I was a sinner. And I knew I had to pay for my penances.
“No.” I sat in the pew next to her, knowing full well that my lipstick was pretty much gone and that my hair was a hot mess.
“Oh my God, did you have sex with him?” Alice’s jaw dropped.
“No, I did not have sex with him,” I squeaked out, and the people in the row in front of us turned around to look at me.
“Shh.” The old lady directly in front of us glared at me. “This is a wedding, not a nightclub.”
“Sorry.” I gave her a weak smile, but she turned back to the front. “Alice.” I glared at her.
“Don’t blame me. You had sex in a church. I can’t believe it.” She laughed. “You’re so going to hell.”
“I’m not going to hell.” I patted my hair down. “We didn’t have sex.”
“What did you do then?” She grinned as the organist started playing “Here Comes the Bride” once again, and we all stood up. I had no idea why they were playing it multiple times, but had a feeling it was because her cousin was in charge of the music and he didn’t know many wedding songs.
“You don’t want to know.” I blushed as I straightened my dress. My inner thighs were still tingling.
“So, what’s his name?”
“Whose name?” I’m kinda embarrassed to tell her that we’d agreed to no names. It made it feel kinda cheap, when in reality it had been totally hot.
“Liv.” Alice rolled her eyes, and I avoided her gaze as I watched the groom and his best man walk up the aisle.
“Shouldn’t they have played this song once he was already by the altar and the bride was walking down the aisle?” I made a face as we continued to listen to “Here Comes the Bride.” “How many times are they going to play this song?”
“Liv, I don’t care what they do at my ex’s wedding.” Alice’s face dropped, and I could see in her eyes that she was more hurt than she’d let on about this wedding.
“I don’t know his name,” I breathed out quietly. “But we can call him Mr. Miracle Tongue.”
“Mr. Miracle Tongue?” Alice blurted out just as the music stopped, and it felt like the whole church was looking at us.
I turned to look around, and I saw him standing at the back of the church with a wicked smile on his face as he grinned and straightened his jacket. He’d heard. I was almost positive of it.
Why, oh why, did I always have to be so uncool in these sorts of situations?
CHAPTER TWO
“This is my hotel room.” He closed the door behind me with a slam. It was as if the door were trying to tell me that I was not leaving—at least not tonight.
