Page 67 of Miss Belief

The gentle demandwas all it took. My body went taut, melting from the scorching wave of heat that rolled through me from head to toe. I came with an explosive cry.

My muscles were still spasming when he flipped us back into our previous position with me straddling him.

“Put me inside of you,” he panted, holding my hips so I had leverage to impale myself on his shaft.

His eyes closed, and he heaved a hiss between his teeth.

“Too tight?”

“No. God, but the sensation is so fucking good to be inside of you bare.”

My eyes met his, heightening the intensity of the moment. I placed my hands on his chest and sank down to take him to the root, reveling in the fullness for a moment before I rose up and began to ride him.

I controlled the rhythm at first, but soon he was thrusting up as I ground down. We were both chasing an orgasm, but it was me who got there first, detonating atop him. I felt his fingers grip me close as he thrust up one last time, holding me still as he emptied himself deep inside of me.

Jesus. I knew without a doubt I was ruined for any other man. But now wasn’t the time to freak out about it.

* * *

There wasa delicious soreness between my legs and a permanent smile on my face by the time we dressed for the wedding. Although I cringed at the amount of money Reid had spent on my dress, I had to admit the floral print wrap dress looked great. I twisted my hair up in a simple updo and put extra effort into my makeup.

As I fastened my earrings in the bedroom mirror, he came up behind me to drop a kiss on my bare shoulder. “You look beautiful. The Marc Jacobs was a good choice.”

“Who?”

He chuckled. “The designer.”

The fact he remembered when I did not should have been a reminder of our different worlds.

“I forgot how nice it is you don’t care about stuff like that.”

“Is it?” My question sounded casual, yet the meaning behind it wasn’t as I could feel my insecurities threaten to take over.

He only smiled. “Of course. Now then, you ready to go downstairs, so we can get this evening over with and return to the room?”

I turned around to smooth my hands down the front of his tuxedo. “Seeing you in this tux makes me wish we could skip the wedding altogether.”

He smiled. “Me too, but we’ll cut the night short and be back up here in no time.”

Twenty minutes later, pictures of the bridal party were underway. I didn’t miss the way Vanessa stood closer to Reid than necessary, and touched him incessantly. When he murmured something to her, she laughed as if they’d shared a private joke. My stomach clenched, jealousy a tough emotion to tamp down. Too bad there wasn’t a pre-wedding open bar. At least Ellen provided a great distraction.

“If you ever end up in the Washington, DC, area, Phil and I would love to see you again. Or, hey, Phil said Reid might be moving to Sydney. So maybe we’ll make a trip down under to visit you two.”

Her words reminded me that I probably wouldn’t see them again in the future, and also how my days with Reid were numbered if he did take the job. “It would be great to have you visit.” I meant the words even if they weren’t going to come true. Reid and I hadn’t talked about a future. Beyond tonight, there might not be one.