Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Well, that’s not a bad idea.
Elvis exits, leaving Ivy and me alone in the chapel. She gestures to the white dress. “They had costumes, so I changed,” she says, then spins around and heads to the door.
That won’t do. Fueled by dares and desire, I stalk over to her and grab her hand, jerking her around so she’s nearly flush against me. “Where are you going?”
“To change,” she says with a pinched brow, like why would I ask?
I shake my head. “Not until I kiss my wife.”
16
EYES ON US
Ivy
His eyes glimmer darkly. His jaw is set hard. He smells like lust and power.
A prickle of fear slides down my spine from the way he stares at me with such possession. I feel like borderline prey. And the strange thing—the new thing—is I like it.
“Take it,” I whisper.
Let him figure out that I want him to punish my mouth. To claim my kiss.
He reads my wish, yanking me flush against him. He’s not soft or sweet. He’s not tender or gentle. There’s something almost mean in his eyes, and it makes my heart beat faster.
My gaze slides briefly to the door, looking, wondering if Stefan’s coming back. But I stop wondering when Hayes grabs my face firmly then ropes his other arm around my waist and grabs my ass. I gasp, but he shuts me up with one hard kiss. I stop thinking about the other guy.
Hayes’s lips crush mine. They’re demanding, determined, and I’m all too pliant under his touch.
His kiss is rough and greedy. A man with hard edges. He backs me up against the wall by the door. This is where I want to be. Pinned by him, like I was that day in the equipment room, when he gave me a hint of what he’d be like.
In charge.
Is that what I’ve been craving all along? Someone who kisses my mouth ruthlessly? Someone who grips my face like this? Someone who treats my body like it’s his to play with?
This isn’t how you kiss the bride. This is how you kiss a woman you want to pin down, tie up, and fuck.
There’s just one more thing I want…
I look to the door again, but my brain goes blurry as Hayes devours my mouth mercilessly, his strong arms keeping me in place, his stubble likely leaving whisker burn. I can’t move, and I don’t want to. Not as his tongue plunders my mouth. Not as he lets go of his grip on my ass to wander a hand up my body. Not as the creak of a door oh-so-faintly registers in my mind. Hayes dives in and delivers more carnal kisses until we’re panting and gasping for air. I’m so aroused I can barely think about the sound of the lock slipping into place.
But somewhere in my mind, a voice tells me to pay attention.
My eyes float open, and I feel like a bunny spotted by a wolf in the woods at night. My pulse soars as my gaze locks with Stefan’s. His blue eyes aren’t icy now. They’re fire. His lips part as he stares at me.
This is what I want.
“I dropped my key card for my room,” Stefan says, but there’s no apology or shame in his voice.
Hayes barely pulls back from me. “How convenient,” he deadpans against the skin of my neck as Stefan strolls down the aisle, turning away from me.
Is that all Stefan’s here for? He’s not even looking at me as Hayes dives back in, kissing my neck more, dragging his scruffy jaw against my skin deliciously. My pulse rockets with unchecked need as I watch Stefan walk—the cut of his shoulders in his dress shirt that stretches across his broad back, the shape of his ass, strong, rounded, and so damn muscular it should be illegal.
Most of all, his attitude.
Like it’s no big deal to walk in on us. Desire coils in my chest, travels down my belly, then settles between my thighs in a sweet ache. Even as Hayes slides a hand down my arm, I’m watching Stefan while he grabs his card from the floor and turns around.
The smile he sends me is pure gamesmanship.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Stefan remarks with a casual shrug. “I’m here for the show.”
My breath hitches. Yes. Yes. Fucking yes.
A wicked light shines in Hayes’s eyes. “You want that, Ivy? You want to give him a show?” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
I’m afraid to speak. Afraid if I use words this wild, daring moment will crumble. I just nod.
But that’s not enough for Hayes. He grabs me tighter, rougher. He likes to manhandle me, and I think I love it. “Say it, or I’ll tell him to get the fuck out.”
His command thrills me. I want to obey.
“Watch us.” Locking eyes with Stefan once again, I add, “Watch me.”