“Okay,” I replied, pulled his mouth to mine and kissed himagain.
He groaned and pressed deeper into me.
Andharder, if you get what I’m saying.
Yum!
He lifted his head, muttering, “Darling.”
“Maxie picked our wedding flowers.”
He pulled his head away further in a manner that made mesurface from his consuming deliciousness.
“Maxie?”he queried.
“Yes.Pink and cream sweetheartro—”
“Satrine, it’s your wedding.Nothers.”
“I—”
He shook his head.“I’m not being an ass.I’ve no doubt youwish to involve your sister.And we shall.But it’s the only wedding you’llhave so you should have whatyouwish.”
“Oh my gods,” I griped.“Stop being amazing when I’m mad atyou for leaving me for two weeksandfor stopping kissing me.”
He grinned, dipped in, nipped my bottom lip, that was sohot, I experienced a mini-orgasm, then he pulled away.
“You’re pulling away again,” I complained.
“We have things to talk about.”
“Is the world ending?”
He grinned again.“Not that I know.”
I tried to draw him down to me, mumbling, “Then they canwait.”
I cried out as I was lifted and my ass was planted on theedge of Dad-not-Dad’s desk, but not for good reasons.
Loren left me there and moved to stand behind a chair.
I narrowed my eyes at his new position.
“I can’t even,” I stated.
“And you won’t, until you learn to be good.”
How could he be hot when he was being a wet blanket?
“Warning, Marquess of Gorgeousness, I’m very rarely good.”
His expression changed, I was pretty sure I experienced anot-so-mini-orgasm, and then his expression gentled.
“We have a future to discuss, dearest.”
He didn’t know the half of it, and the thing that killed mewas, he might not ever know it.
Because I was very probably stuck there, and I was totallydown with marrying this awesome guy I barely knew.
