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to her prom or any other formal event.
Especially since Gavyn couldn’t stop staring at the things the sweetheart neckline did to showcase her boobs, which looked pretty great if she did say so herself. A black sash cinched her waist and long, decadent feathers trimmed the skirt where it flared out around her calves. She’d never felt so sexy, whether because of the dress or the man staring at her. Maybe both.
Even if they were exhausted. He’d stayed with her, working side-by-side, until every last detail was in order, only finally sacking out on the couch of her cabin not that long ago for what amounted to a cat nap instead of a full night’s rest. Without hitting on her. Or even trying to sneak in a quickie, though she kind of wished he had so she would have had an excuse to be weak again. Yet he’d never once complained.
Somehow, sleepy looked a lot like sexy on him.
“Yeah,” she answered softly as she allowed herself to lean back into his strong chest for a moment. “Just thinking about the times Nola and I dreamed of what this day would be like when we were girls.”
“Princess outfits and unicorns?” he guessed.
“Pretty much, with some tiaras and glitter thrown in for good measure.” She sighed, thinking of how far they’d come. Proud of what they’d built. “We didn’t have fancy toys or a TV to watch, so we relied on our imaginations plenty during the times we shared a ‘bedroom’, also known as the backseat of Mom’s van, when things got rough.”
“Damn, Amber.” He rubbed her bare arms lightly. The gentle up and down motion soothed her. “Is that why this is so important to you? Why you’ve been pushing yourself so hard?”
“I guess that’s part of it, yes.” She hadn’t thought of it in those terms until he framed it that way.
“I’m not an expert in matrimonial shit, but I’d have to say, your setup looks amazing and I can’t wait to eat everything on the menu you showed me. Seconds on the chocolate caramel cake. It’s going to be a kick-ass party if nothing else.” Though he never stopped smiling, his eyes flickered away from her for the tiniest instant. Given his ultra-intense focus on her every other time, it was obvious to her.
“You’re worried about the reception? I don’t want to torture you. Please, let me cancel the open bar. It’s not too late. I have the caterer’s number on speed dial.” Amber turned in his loose hold, feathers floating around her ankles in the resulting breeze, and set her hands on his chest.
“I’m not going to ruin everyone else’s good time. I’ll be all right as long as I have you to distract me. I mean, you did see how fucking stunning you are when you were looking in that mirror, right?” He stole a quick kiss. One that had her toes curling in her black stilettos. Even with the high heels, he still had her beat in height, not something most guys could say. “I can’t wait to unwrap you from this dress tonight.”
Neither could she. Still, she didn’t want to drop their conversation like that, distracted by the promise of pleasure. “If you change your mind about the bar…”
“I won’t. Don’t worry.” He trailed one fingertip along the top edge of her bodice, over the swells of her breasts. “You’re a lot more tempting to me right now.”
She could relate.
“I want to taste you even more than that cake, and I’ve been dreaming about that since we placed the order four months ago.” Amber licked her lips.
“You’re killing me, love.” The muscle in his jaw flexed and suddenly she knew what she wanted to do for this guy, who’d made her last few days ones she would always remember fondly, hopefully more so after tonight. To return the favor from yesterday.
She glanced at her watch before sliding her hand down the row of buttons on his shirt to cup the bulge in the front of his pants, then murmured, “Well, we are seven minutes ahead of schedule, and I’ve always had this fantasy about blowing a
Especially since Gavyn couldn’t stop staring at the things the sweetheart neckline did to showcase her boobs, which looked pretty great if she did say so herself. A black sash cinched her waist and long, decadent feathers trimmed the skirt where it flared out around her calves. She’d never felt so sexy, whether because of the dress or the man staring at her. Maybe both.
Even if they were exhausted. He’d stayed with her, working side-by-side, until every last detail was in order, only finally sacking out on the couch of her cabin not that long ago for what amounted to a cat nap instead of a full night’s rest. Without hitting on her. Or even trying to sneak in a quickie, though she kind of wished he had so she would have had an excuse to be weak again. Yet he’d never once complained.
Somehow, sleepy looked a lot like sexy on him.
“Yeah,” she answered softly as she allowed herself to lean back into his strong chest for a moment. “Just thinking about the times Nola and I dreamed of what this day would be like when we were girls.”
“Princess outfits and unicorns?” he guessed.
“Pretty much, with some tiaras and glitter thrown in for good measure.” She sighed, thinking of how far they’d come. Proud of what they’d built. “We didn’t have fancy toys or a TV to watch, so we relied on our imaginations plenty during the times we shared a ‘bedroom’, also known as the backseat of Mom’s van, when things got rough.”
“Damn, Amber.” He rubbed her bare arms lightly. The gentle up and down motion soothed her. “Is that why this is so important to you? Why you’ve been pushing yourself so hard?”
“I guess that’s part of it, yes.” She hadn’t thought of it in those terms until he framed it that way.
“I’m not an expert in matrimonial shit, but I’d have to say, your setup looks amazing and I can’t wait to eat everything on the menu you showed me. Seconds on the chocolate caramel cake. It’s going to be a kick-ass party if nothing else.” Though he never stopped smiling, his eyes flickered away from her for the tiniest instant. Given his ultra-intense focus on her every other time, it was obvious to her.
“You’re worried about the reception? I don’t want to torture you. Please, let me cancel the open bar. It’s not too late. I have the caterer’s number on speed dial.” Amber turned in his loose hold, feathers floating around her ankles in the resulting breeze, and set her hands on his chest.
“I’m not going to ruin everyone else’s good time. I’ll be all right as long as I have you to distract me. I mean, you did see how fucking stunning you are when you were looking in that mirror, right?” He stole a quick kiss. One that had her toes curling in her black stilettos. Even with the high heels, he still had her beat in height, not something most guys could say. “I can’t wait to unwrap you from this dress tonight.”
Neither could she. Still, she didn’t want to drop their conversation like that, distracted by the promise of pleasure. “If you change your mind about the bar…”
“I won’t. Don’t worry.” He trailed one fingertip along the top edge of her bodice, over the swells of her breasts. “You’re a lot more tempting to me right now.”
She could relate.
“I want to taste you even more than that cake, and I’ve been dreaming about that since we placed the order four months ago.” Amber licked her lips.
“You’re killing me, love.” The muscle in his jaw flexed and suddenly she knew what she wanted to do for this guy, who’d made her last few days ones she would always remember fondly, hopefully more so after tonight. To return the favor from yesterday.
She glanced at her watch before sliding her hand down the row of buttons on his shirt to cup the bulge in the front of his pants, then murmured, “Well, we are seven minutes ahead of schedule, and I’ve always had this fantasy about blowing a
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