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her for
a second. "Kind of."
"There should be a basket of
goodies out in the living room."
"I'm not that hungry.
Come here." She pushed him down onto his back and began getting him out of
his clothes, excited to have her way with him.
Chapter Ten
Pete awoke to an empty bed. Smiling
contentedly, he stretched his long body to lie on propped up pillows on the
four-poster. His girl, an expensive hotel suite, a long weekend, life didn't
get any better than that.
The sounds of the running shower
tempted him, but they'd never get to the rehearsal if he joined her there. He
cared too much about Hank to screw up any part of this wedding. Even though his
partner had played the field, he'd been emotionally isolated until Nickie came
along and turned him into a one-woman man. Pete couldn't be happier to see this
wedding. Now he needed to accept the fact he, himself, was becoming
domesticated. This weekend, he was going to confirm whether Sharon felt the
same.
The shower stopped, and a
towel-clad head peeked around the doorway. "Come on, slug," she
teased. "Time to get duded up." Then she whisked back into the
bathroom.
She's right, damn it. He
levered himself out of bed and sauntered into the steamy room.
"Want some privacy before I
start my makeup?"
Did he ever. "Just a minute,
okay?" The bathroom itself was immense—green marble counters, a black
floor which must be heated because his toes were toasty, separate shower and
giant tub. He had plans for that tub. Later.
He showered and shaved at the
second sink while she finished her hair. He had to remind himself to be careful
with the razor, because his ogling was too distracting. Standing at the sink
next to her, doing mundane tasks like getting ready to go out, felt so
comfortable. Ho boy, am I whipped.
"Fifteen minutes, pal."
She tapped the counter to get his attention, a smug smile stealing across her
features. In the mirror, he held her gaze for a long moment—promising things,
sensuous things, before she strolled out. Hank. Hank and Nickie's wedding. He had to keep reminding himself why they were here.
"Holy shit," he blurted
when he came out of the bathroom a moment later. The dress she was zipping up
lovingly hugged every one of her gorgeous curves.
"Is this all right?" she
asked, peering at herself in the mirror. "Is it too tight? Too low
cut?" She tugged at the line of material across her breasts.
He had to shake himself. As
beautiful and stacked as she was, he had to remember she was uncomfortable with
compliments, especially about her breasts. Unbelievable, but true. She was a
girl who looked good in anything she wore, but put her in a sexy dress and
stilettos, and she was breathtaking. He wasn't sure, though, why she didn't see
it.
"There's absolutely nothing
wrong with that dress. You look beautiful, honey. Classy. Mouthwatering, as a
matter of fact." He moved toward her as if being pulled by velvet ropes. Mm,
now there's an idea. Tie her arms above her head and feast on her spectacular
naked body. Later.
The contrast in the mirror aroused
him even more. His larger body, standing right behind her, dwarfed her petite,
curvy one. "Jesus, you're making me hard just looking at you. I gotta back
off, or we'll never get out of this room." He placed his hands lightly
around her waist and winked at her reflection. "You're sure we have to
go?"
"Yes, baby." She rolled
her eyes, but smiled back. "We're getting down to the wire. You'd better
hurry."
"One thing, Share, are you all
right with this? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." After all, he
got her on the rebound from Hank. A pink flush grew from her breasts up her
neck. Her lips parted, and he saw a flash of embarrassment in her eyes. He
really wanted her to be all right and held his breath at his need for
her to be okay with this wedding.
She gazed back at him, her deep
blue eyes intensely calm and serious. "I'm just fine with the way things
turned out, Pete."
"Me too." Relieved, he
angled his head to
a second. "Kind of."
"There should be a basket of
goodies out in the living room."
"I'm not that hungry.
Come here." She pushed him down onto his back and began getting him out of
his clothes, excited to have her way with him.
Chapter Ten
Pete awoke to an empty bed. Smiling
contentedly, he stretched his long body to lie on propped up pillows on the
four-poster. His girl, an expensive hotel suite, a long weekend, life didn't
get any better than that.
The sounds of the running shower
tempted him, but they'd never get to the rehearsal if he joined her there. He
cared too much about Hank to screw up any part of this wedding. Even though his
partner had played the field, he'd been emotionally isolated until Nickie came
along and turned him into a one-woman man. Pete couldn't be happier to see this
wedding. Now he needed to accept the fact he, himself, was becoming
domesticated. This weekend, he was going to confirm whether Sharon felt the
same.
The shower stopped, and a
towel-clad head peeked around the doorway. "Come on, slug," she
teased. "Time to get duded up." Then she whisked back into the
bathroom.
She's right, damn it. He
levered himself out of bed and sauntered into the steamy room.
"Want some privacy before I
start my makeup?"
Did he ever. "Just a minute,
okay?" The bathroom itself was immense—green marble counters, a black
floor which must be heated because his toes were toasty, separate shower and
giant tub. He had plans for that tub. Later.
He showered and shaved at the
second sink while she finished her hair. He had to remind himself to be careful
with the razor, because his ogling was too distracting. Standing at the sink
next to her, doing mundane tasks like getting ready to go out, felt so
comfortable. Ho boy, am I whipped.
"Fifteen minutes, pal."
She tapped the counter to get his attention, a smug smile stealing across her
features. In the mirror, he held her gaze for a long moment—promising things,
sensuous things, before she strolled out. Hank. Hank and Nickie's wedding. He had to keep reminding himself why they were here.
"Holy shit," he blurted
when he came out of the bathroom a moment later. The dress she was zipping up
lovingly hugged every one of her gorgeous curves.
"Is this all right?" she
asked, peering at herself in the mirror. "Is it too tight? Too low
cut?" She tugged at the line of material across her breasts.
He had to shake himself. As
beautiful and stacked as she was, he had to remember she was uncomfortable with
compliments, especially about her breasts. Unbelievable, but true. She was a
girl who looked good in anything she wore, but put her in a sexy dress and
stilettos, and she was breathtaking. He wasn't sure, though, why she didn't see
it.
"There's absolutely nothing
wrong with that dress. You look beautiful, honey. Classy. Mouthwatering, as a
matter of fact." He moved toward her as if being pulled by velvet ropes. Mm,
now there's an idea. Tie her arms above her head and feast on her spectacular
naked body. Later.
The contrast in the mirror aroused
him even more. His larger body, standing right behind her, dwarfed her petite,
curvy one. "Jesus, you're making me hard just looking at you. I gotta back
off, or we'll never get out of this room." He placed his hands lightly
around her waist and winked at her reflection. "You're sure we have to
go?"
"Yes, baby." She rolled
her eyes, but smiled back. "We're getting down to the wire. You'd better
hurry."
"One thing, Share, are you all
right with this? I don't want you to be uncomfortable." After all, he
got her on the rebound from Hank. A pink flush grew from her breasts up her
neck. Her lips parted, and he saw a flash of embarrassment in her eyes. He
really wanted her to be all right and held his breath at his need for
her to be okay with this wedding.
She gazed back at him, her deep
blue eyes intensely calm and serious. "I'm just fine with the way things
turned out, Pete."
"Me too." Relieved, he
angled his head to
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