Page 13 of Chasing His Bride


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“I know Jade and Bree have agreed with the bachelorette Piper and her party to watch a show which involves naked men.” She lifts one shoulder. “I didn’t argue against that one.”

“Ah, so you want to see a naked man?”

I gnaw on my bottom lip as I chuckle. “Changing the subject... Then we’re taking a trip on the High Roller.”

“Please, don’t change the subject.”

“I want to see him strip.” I tease. “Take his clothes off so slowly, it makes me salivate.” His eyes pop open and I burst out laughing. “Your face.”

He grins. “What time will you be back? Because you know, I can do that for you.”

I shake my head, laughing again.

“No, seriously, it’s because I was hoping we could do something together.”

I blink at him and smile. Maybe a short holiday romance would be the perfect end to my US adventure. “We should be back just after twelve, but then we’re watching the show at eight.”

“Okay. So we have a date at one o’clock?” he checks. “And we can celebrate.”

“A date?” I echo, feeling a bit silly. “Celebrate what?”

“That I came to Vegas and thought I was going to have a terrible time, instead I met the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”

A grin spreads across his face while I feel a wave of embarrassment heating my cheeks. No one has ever been as straightforward with me as him.

“Oh, you’re smooth, Jack.”

“Amber,” he says, kicking his legs off the lounger and leaning forward. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since I first saw you.”

My blood races around my body at this stranger’s words and his proximity.

“So, what do you say?” he asks. “Tomorrow—our first date?”

“Where are we going?” I ask in a breathy voice.

“Lunch and then wherever you want.”

I slide my eyes over his body, taking in every inch of him. Our eyes meet again and he’s smiling at me. “I think you like the look of me, too.”

I laugh, throwing my head back. “I love modesty in a man.”

He laughs and reaches for my hand, taking it in both of his. A powerful electric current flows between us. My lungs seize as my breath gets caught in my throat.

He stares at his fingers as he strokes them over my palm. The gentle touch is so soothing that it gives me tingles down my spine.

He glances up at me again, his face so close I can see the dark rim of navy blue at the edge of his irises bleeding into pale blue, turning his eyes darker.

We’re adults, we can control this.

“Move over,” he says, not giving me a chance to make the move myself. He places one large hand under my thigh and the other on my shoulder, lightly shoving me until there’s a gap for him to lie next to me.

“You're obviously used to getting what you want,” I say.

“Yeah. It’s easier than waiting for ten minutes for you to get flustered, calm down, and then do it anyway,” he replies arrogantly.

But as his body touches against mine and I inhale his woody scent, I don’t seem to mind.

He brushes my hair behind my ear. As our eyes connect, he gently brings his face closer to mine.