‘Wow. Fuck, Sarah. You’re a vision.’
That was the understatement of the millennium.
She was wearing a bold, fitted orange dress with thin spaghetti straps and a daring thigh-high slit which showed off her beautiful smooth legs. It was the perfect balance of sexiness and sophistication, and I loved it.
Everything about her was perfect. She was flawless. Trent was an absolute idiot to let a woman like her slip through his fingers.
I knew we had the wedding to get to, but all I wanted to do right now was scoop her up in my arms, throw her down on the bed and fuck her until I made her come so hard that everyone heard her cries of ecstasy. Just like I’d told Trent she did before.
My dick twitched at the thought and I mentally chastised it. Wanking was supposed to take the edge off and make me want her less, but the relief was only short-lived.
And that was when I realised that faking this wasn’t enough anymore.
I wanted Sarah for real.
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‘Thanks,’ I said, my cheeks heating at Ben’s compliment.
I was happy with how I looked today. Debbie decided against having bridesmaids. Probably because she knew it’d get messy if Esme and I had to spend time together. That meant I’d been able to choose my own outfit and as hard as it was to toot my own horn, I thought I’d scrubbed up well.
But hearing Ben say that I looked likea visiondid all sorts of crazy stuff to my body.
My pulse raced, my heart thudded and my pussy tingled.
God. If I didn’t spend an hour and a half getting ready and didn’t have my brother’s wedding to go to, I swear I’d ask Ben to fuck me, right here, right now. To hell with the consequences.
I didn’t even have the words to describe how incredible Ben looked.
He was wearing a light blue linen suit with a white open-neck shirt. His hair was still damp from the shower, so it was wavy on top, and those eyes… that mouth and now his dimple was showing.
Lord have mercy.
I couldn’t take it.
It should be illegal for any man to look this good.
‘You look…’ I paused, searching for an adjective that wouldn’t reveal how much I wanted him right now.
‘Is the suit too casual?’ he asked. ‘I have another pair of trousers I can…’
‘No, Ben. You don’t need to change. You look hot, okay?’ I blew out a frustrated breath. I couldn’t hide it anymore. ‘If you looked any hotter, you’d set the hotel on fire and then they’d have to cancel the wedding, which my brother would not be happy about!’
A satisfied grin spread across his face.
‘Thanks. I appreciate that. But if anyone will be setting fires with their hotness, it’ll be you.’
OMG.
Ben likes me.
I wasn’t the best at reading the signs, but as he scanned me from head to toe, then back up again, I knew he was undressing me with his eyes.
And when I started doing the same to him and my gaze stopped between his legs, I saw the outline of his dick.
He was hard.
