But then my legs are whisked from underneath me. I squeal as I’m suddenly cradled in his strong arms. My puffy wedding dress is all I can see apart from his gorgeous, mischievous smile.
“Put me down,” I protest. Jeez, the last thing I want is for him to get hurt. I’m a solid girl.
He laughs. “Nope. I want to carry you. I’ve got to give you some of the bridal experience.”
I carefully watch his face. It doesn’t seem like he’s struggling to carry me. “I don’t want you to hurt your back.”
He gives me a funny look. “Are you trying to offend me? I can lift way more than you. Don’t you worry your beautiful face about it.”
He called me beautiful...My heart swells. I don’t remember a time Tyler called me that.
We reach the top of the stairs, and Theo effortlessly carries me to the door of our room. He unlocks it with one hand, still holding me securely in his other arm. My breathing is uneven, and I tug at the neck of his hoodie as if I’m overheating.
He gently places me on the bed before he returns to lock the door. I look down at the wedding dress. I can’t believe this is happening. He comes back and stands in front of me and cups my cheek, bringing my eyes to his. I could drown in those ocean-blue eyes of his.
“You don’t have to go through with this,” he says softly. “If you want to sit here and talk, that’s fine. I’m just happy to be with you.”
I tilt my head. “Why do you want to spend time with me? There were so many gorgeous women downstairs who were admiring you. Am I a charity case or something?”
I didn’t mean to sound so abrupt, but this isn’t normal. It’s never happened to me. Men tend to be rude to me and look right through me like I’m not even there.
Theo’s brows draw together in confusion. He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and I close my eyes briefly at the tenderness of the gesture. When I open them, his gaze is steady, sincere.
“I don’t know how to explain it; I saw you and I was just drawn to you. I sat back and waited for your husband to arrive, and when he didn’t, I made my move. I didn’t want you to be sad, and no, you’re not a charity case. I just saw a beautiful woman sitting alone at a bar, and to be honest I felt lonely too.”
He was lonely. I frown at that. With his thick hair, blue eyes, and bulging biceps, there is no way he could be lonely, but I guess even attractive people aren’t exempt from the feeling.
“If we do this”—I point my finger between us—“know what to expect. Under this dress I’m not the skinny girl you’re used to seeing. I’ve got a pudgy belly and thick thighs.”
“Fuck yeah,” he says, and it brings a smile to my face. “I want to fuck a woman with some meat on her.”
He says that now, but seeing me could be different. I’ve always been solid, since I was born. There was never a time I wasn’t.
Theo leans down and grabs the back of my hair, making me gasp. He takes full advantage, plunging his tongue inside and kissing me. His lips are punishing but passionate. His tongue tangles with mine, drawing a moan from my lips. He pulls back with a slight smirk on his lips.
“Stop trying to talk me out of it. I want to fuck you!”
I feel faint. My tongue feels heavy, like I can’t respond. He grabs the bottom of his hoodie, and I help by lifting my arms up. He takes it off and throws it on the floor.
He tugs at my wedding dress. “Now... how do you get out of this thing?”
I turn slightly. “There should be a zipper at the back.”
He doesn’t unzip me right away. Instead he touches the top of my back in soft, smooth motions. “Your skin is truly beautiful.”
I hear the zipper as it drags down. I hold the top of the dress so I’m not totally exposed. “Can you turn the light off?” I ask shyly. After my day, I couldn’t handle the look on his face if he isn’t into me.
He groans. “But I want to see you.” Then obliges, “Okay. I’ll turn the light off but only...”
Oh, here we go.“Only what?”
“After I get to see those perfect tits.”
I chuckle uncomfortably. Perfect...ha!They have stretch marks from when they grew so quickly. I have enormous boobs—like, they have their own zip code.
“Stop it!” he says. He leans down and gives me a hard, chaste kiss. “Stop overthinking it.” He tugs on the neckline of the dress and I let go, allowing him to pull the dress down and exposing the top half of my body to him.
His eyes darken and he leans back, admiring me with heat in his gaze. My heart races as he gently pushes me back until I’m lying on the bed. He crawls over me and cups my breast. His warm hands and tender touch make me gasp. He puts his mouth over my nipple, making me buck off the bed. Over and over he sucks, licks, and nibbles on my nipple, ravishing it, making my eyes roll back.
