My head tilts to the side as I draw my line of sight back to him. “It would be better if we’re not physical while we are married.” It spews out of my mouth.
His eyes nearly pop out before amusement floods his face. “Funny. Now we’re supposed to consummate the marriage, otherwise this isn’t real.”
“It’s not supposed to be a real marriage,” I say, flippant.
He studies me, and he seems to be grasping my request as I cross my arms. “Is it really what you want?” His voice thins.
“It’s… no… yes. I mean, it’s safer. We can’t confuse where we drew the lines.”
Oliver rolls his lips in and tries to steady his neutral look, but his effort fails. “Hailey, your idea is as horrible as me suggesting we get married, but we’re running with it. I’ll follow your lead on this one, but I’d be lying if I said you’re right. It’s not in us anymore to restrain ourselves.” He’s now sincere.
Oh, fuck it. He’s right.
“I’m just scared of what we’re doing.” My eyes bow down. “This can really mess with us.”
“Perhaps, but we were already in that territory when we decided to sleep with each other on our road trip. I’m helping you because I care, and that’s where we are right now.”
I sigh, and my energy to debate it is gone. “Okay. You make a point. This is just me throwing caution to us, you know?”
“I know.”
Our eyes lock in mutual understanding, and then in a split moment, we return to where we were when I entered the room.
Oliver begins to work his belt. If he’s going to get comfortable then so can I; I’ll just grab one of his shirts. I throw my jeanjacket to the side and begin to take off my earrings and proceed with my ring.
“Don’t.” His tone is sharp.
I glance down then draw my sight back up to him. “I can’t let the world see this.”
He approaches me with his fierce determination impaling me, and a shiver hits me instantly. “But not right now. I believe it’s our wedding night? And I plan on fuckingmy wife.”
15
OLIVER
Hailey’s eyes gleam with blazing interest, while I’m a man with a desire within that’s roaring to come out.
Her attempt to end our intimacy failed. I would have followed if it was what she truly wanted, but I saw through her. She is scared that we will mess up any potential that we might have for more. But that theory gets pushed away by my current need.
I take one step and then one more. “Dress off,” I demand with a firm voice.
The dress is a problem for many reasons. Besides being the perfect fit that accentuates every slope of her body that I plan to draw on with my tongue, but the dress is white. Wedding dresses are white. I’ve imagined her always in a dress that she would have spent hours picking out, with a veil, something long, too. I’d be a fool to think that she didn’t have a dream wedding somewhere in her head.
But the main problem of a white dress? It reminds me that I married Hailey today, because something inside of me stirred and I asked her to be mine.
Now I have a wife.
I meant what I said the other day. Once I finally cross a line that I’ve been desperate to cross, then there is no going back, and I go all in. That’s probably why I’ve never touched her; I knew it would unleash me. A decision not to stop with whatever we started the other week was the tipping point. Marriage, however, shouldn’t have been on my radar. It’s full speed ahead, even for me.
Yet here I am with a beautiful wife.
Pushing away all logic in a situation that I suggested, with indescribable reason as to why I didn’t backtrack.
Nonetheless, I kind of want to rip that dress to shreds. Naked or not, Hailey is gorgeous, and naming her my wife doesn’t sound bad at all.
Call me traditional but her listening to her husband is how this is all going to go right now.
A sultry smirk ghosts her face as she slides her fingers underneath the straps that are already loose below the curve of her shoulders. She slowly drags one strap off and then the other, until the dress pools on my floor by her feet and she’s left wearing only white lace panties.
