“I’m going to hazard a guess and say you’ve been drinking,” he teased me. In the half light, I saw the flash of his teeth.
“No!” I replied. Then hiccupped. “Um…just a little.” I giggled and pressed my mound down against him. Beneath the sheet, I could feel the line of his shaft growing firmer beneath me. “When did you get home?” I asked. “I thought you’d be out till dawn.”
“Andy thought so too,” he replied. “I ducked out. I wanted to come home. I missed you.”
I gave a happy little sigh. “Me too.” I trailed my fingers down his chest, exploring the defined lines of the muscles there. “Renée arranged a couple of strippers.” I wrinkled my nose.
“So did Andy,” he laughed. “How were yours?”
“Ho-hum,” I said, my fingers still exploring. His nipples had tightened as I pinched them lightly. “It’s half the reason I wanted to leave. None of them were as beautiful as you.”
He slid an arm around my waist and tugged me down until our lips were brushing. The hardening beneath me was gathering heat. “Funny, I was thinking exactly the same thing,” he breathed against my mouth.
“Lucky for us, we’re getting married in two days,” I murmured.
“One…” he corrected. I gulped. One more day, and this insanely gorgeous man would be my husband. It was surreal.
“One more sleep…” I smiled. Then nibbled his bottom lip lightly.
He groaned into my mouth. “No sleep at all if you carry on like that,” he said softly. His cock was now rock-hard where it pressed up between us and it was sparking an answering urgency in me. I fumbled with the buttons on the front of my dress, but he pressed his hands over mine.
“Leave it on,” he murmured. I giggled in response, still a little light-headed.
“Oui, monsieur!” I adopted a fake accent. “I can see zerr ees much work to be done ‘ere…” I lowered my hand and closed my fingers around his cock. “So much buffing! Perhaps a leetle speet and polish.”
His rich laughter made something clench deep inside me, and I smiled to myself as I slid down his body, trailing kisses in my wake.
“Dear God,” he groaned, as my lips met the crown of his cock. “If I die now, I’ll go happy.”
“Hey!” I raised my head. “We’re just beginning. No talk of death allowed.” I ran my tongue around the rim of his cockhead and his hands tightened into my hair.
“Oh, Sweetness, it’s the only thing that will ever come between us,” he hissed out. And then he arched his back as I opened my mouth and showed him just how much his words meant to me.
Chapter 12
Prince Walker
Standing in the shade cast by the rose-covered bower that would be our altar, I felt exactly like a teenage kid on prom night waiting for his date. Except the girl I was waiting for would be my date for the rest of my life. I ran a finger under the collar of my dress shirt and prayed I wouldn’t sweat through it.
“Relax,” Andy said beside me. “I got you covered.” He winked and patted his top pocket where the rings were safely stored.
I gave him a tight smile and glanced back over my shoulder to where our guests were seated on gold Tiffany chairs in neat rows. The hotel we’d chosen for our reception had rolling green lawns surrounded by lush white roses. White petals were strewn about like confetti. It was freaking beautiful. I wished she’d hurry up and enjoy it with me.
“Just calm down,” Andy said soothingly. I was trying to keep my cool, but clearly I wasn’t fooling him. Although it was easy for him to be calm. He wasn’t the one waiting for the girl of his dreams to arrive at the end of the aisle. In fact, Andy had arrived with two dates in tow. The pair looked like strippers and I didn’t want to think about what he had planned for after the reception. So strange to think that just a couple of years back, that could have been me.
I pulled my sleeve back and glanced down at my watch, trying not to let my nerves show. Five minutes late wasn’t a particularly big deal – aside from the fact that each second was ticking by like an eternity.
I shifted my feet and glanced down at the high polish on my Ferragamos. There was a scuff on one toe, and I had to resist the urge to buff it to a shine on the back of my ankle.
People in the seats behind me were beginning to murmur among themselves, and I snuck another glance at my watch. Fifteen minutes. My father was smirking. Mom elbowed him sharply.
What’s taking her so long, dammit?
By thirty minutes past, a sinking sensation had developed in the pit of my stomach. Guests were openly talking among themselves. I turned to look in the direction of the hotel where she’d spent the afternoon dressing.
Or had she?
She’s changed her mind…
