“We can wait. I just…I need you to be okay.”
I looked up just then into the eyes of the man I’d fallen in love with; the man who had stolen my heart, and saw nothing but love. His steel gray eyes held mine and I could do nothing but stare back into their depths.
Without breaking eye contact, he took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers and bringing them to his heart.
“Do you feel that?”
I nodded, feeling the warm, solid beat of his heart below my fingertips.
“That’s me telling you I’m right here, and I’m going to be right here forever, babe. I know you’re scared. I know you’re trying to be brave, but please don’t run.”
“I’m not running.”
“Yes, you are. You’re running back to where you feel safe. Whisking me back to my doctor, taking me to the hospital isn’t going to change anything. We were just there. I passed out because I had a bit too much sun. Let it be that, okay? But please, stay here with me. Marry me tomorrow. Become my wife. Because nothing is going to make me stronger than having you by my side.”
Before another second passed, I leaned forward, fusing my body to his and kissing him like it was my last dying wish. He instantly responded, flipping me so my back was flat against the mattress, as he hovered above me.
“Don’t tease me, Clare,” he warned. His eyes were already darker, and I could feel how much he wanted me. He gently rocked into the apex of my thighs just to remind me how hard and ready I’d made him.
“I’m not teasing.”
That’s all it took. He was on me in nanoseconds. His hands were everywhere, running up the inside of my thighs, pushing up my tank top to rip my bra from my body.
“Don’t ever make me wait that long again,” he said taking my breast in his hand, gently flicking the nipple with his thumb causing my toes to curl. “I think I almost went crazy.”
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned as his head descended on my breast, taking my taut peak into his mouth.
“Good, we agree. No sex is bad.”
For the next several hours, he continued to remind me exactly how much I missed over the last few days.
Chapter Seven
~Logan~
The elevator door closed with a soft click, and I turned to my beautiful bride to be. The moment our eyes collided, she lost her cool and burst into a fit of laughter.
“It’s thirty minutes after seven,” she said, trying to cover her laughter with her hand. Her vintage engagement ring twinkled under the bright lights above.
“Uh huh,” I confirmed.
“We’re late for our own rehearsal.”
I smirked, remembering twenty minutes earlier when a very happy and contented Clare was sprawled out on our bed. She’d been naked and sighing peacefully from the three orgasms she’d just screamed out under my expert touch. She stretched like a cat, looked over at the clock and froze.
“Oh shit!” she’d said. “We’re going to be late!”
“Late for what?” I’d said, crawling up her body, more than ready for round two…or three. I’d lost count.
“Our rehearsal! We’re getting married tomorrow!”
“Oh shit!” We’d both shouted in unison, as clothes went flying and buttons were snapped and hair was tamed.
We flew out of our hotel suite and made it to the elevator in record time. And now we couldn’t hold in the laughter. We were late to our own rehearsal because we’d been too busy…getting busy upstairs.
“Oh God, I’m never going to be able to look your father in the eye again,” I said.
“Oh my God, you don’t think he’ll know, do you?” she asked, completely mortified.
“Have you taken a look at us Clare? Your clothes look like they were thrown on while sharing a car with a bunch of clowns, and my hair? You can actually see Clare sized dents in it from where you were holding on for dear life.”
She turned and took a good look in the floor to ceiling mirror of the elevator. Her eyes went wide as she took in her appearance. I thought she looked f**king hot, but I knew the exact reason she looked that way. She looked thoroughly used, and really damn happy about it. But I didn’t exactly like the idea of my future father in law seeing her that way.
She started to quickly adjust her skirt and tank top, making it look more presentable. She grabbed her large mane of burgundy red hair and tied it in a bun at the nape of her neck. Within seconds, she went from sexy vixen to classy woman, and I loved both.
The elevator dinged, and as we exited, she gave me a knowing smile. Then she glanced up and suddenly looked horrified, “Fix your hair!” she whispered.
I laughed, but did as I was told, trying to smooth down my dark tresses without much luck. She always told me I had “just f**ked” hair so I didn’t know exactly what she wanted me to do with it. I ran my hands through it, and messed it up a bit and she seemed pleased.
As we walked outside to our ceremony site, we were greeted by just about everyone we knew.
“They’re here!” Leah yelled, “Finally!” She gave us a look. One that said she knew exactly why we were late.
We were then rushed around and put in places and everything that happened after that was a blur. I always thought rehearsals were strange. It was like dry humping; Almost, but not the real thing. There was a nice dinner afterwards, and toasts were delivered, but no one actually got married and I definitely didn’t get a wedding night. We were spending the night apart…Our wedding party had made sure of that.
Well, at least I’d taken care of us ahead of time.
“Why are you grinning like a moron?” Leah asked, smacking the back of my head.
“Just so damn happy,” I shrugged.
“Gonna go puke now,” she muttered, as we all made our way to the restaurant, having finished our practice run of tomorrow’s nuptials.
“Oh, come on now, Leah. Don’t you see yourself settling down one day? Finding that special someone who will make you go all mushy inside?” I grinned.
“Yep, just officially barfed a little in my mouth. And no, I will never settle down. There isn’t a man in the world who could handle all this,” she said, waving her hands up and down her body.
“You don’t think my buddy Declan could handle all…that?” I waved my finger up and down, mimicking her motions.
“Shhh!! We do not speak his name!” she said.
“Is he like Voldemort?”
“No, Dr. Dork. But I would just prefer to not talk about that specific member of the male species. Ever.”