It’s about trust.
He leans in, his lips capturing mine. Our kisses are slow, deep. Our bodies move together, with delicious friction.
His hand drops between us, teasing my clit, adding another delicious sensation.
My eyelids grow heavy as pleasure and tension builds. Our bodies become slick with sweat, our skin glistening in the late afternoon sunlight.
I pick up my pace, a low whimper sneaking out.
“Fuck.” Josh’s hands move to grip my hips, guiding my movements as he thrusts up to meet me. His fingers dug into my flesh, the small bite of pain tipping me over into my orgasm.
Josh growls as I clench around him, rocking my way through my climax, drawing out every slither of pleasure. Josh thrusts up, gasping my name as he follows me over the edge.
I collapse onto his chest, and he catches me, falling back onto the deck chair.
“Wow,” I murmur, kissing his chest.
He chuckles, brushing hair back from my face. “Wow, indeed.”
I tilt my head back, smiling up at him. “Thank you for waiting for me.”
“Pahe, I would have waited forever. You’re worth every second.”
I kiss him, grateful that we’ll spend every second of the rest of our lives loving each other.
EPILOGUE 1
JOSH
The wedding day dawns bright and early. Too fucking early, if you ask me—but no one does.
“I.” Molly presses a kiss to my mouth, soft and lingering. “Have.” Another kiss. “To.” And another. “Go.” She pulls back, her lips brushing mine one last time before she rolls out of bed.
“Five more minutes,” I order, reaching for her hand as she darts away.
“No,” she laughs, slipping out of my reach and heading for the hotel bathroom. “I’m already going to be late, and Bess is going to be a raging nightmare if she finds out you spent the night.”
I flop onto my back, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “That woman is crazy.”
Molly pokes her head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. She pulls it out, pointing it at me like a weapon. “She may be crazy, but she’syoursister-in-law.”
She ducks back in, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Soon to be yours too.
I glance at my overnight bag, where the ring is tucked away. I haven’t found the right moment to ask her.
Maybe today,I think.
But then I imagine Bess’s reaction, and a chill runs down my spine.
Definitely not today.
The sound of the shower running pulls me out of my head. Fighting a smile, I push myself up from the bed.
Maybe I should get up after all.
I hate to admit it, but the wedding isn’t a disaster. Bess has only broken down twice—both times over completely inconsequential matters.Who the fuck cares if a table runner is oyster and not eggshell?But Molly calms her down, and the festivities progress without a hitch.
