Page 31 of Beautiful Life
Tony doesn’t seem to care because he kisses me again, giving me another squeeze since I’m still pressed up against him with my leg thrown over his hip.
“Leigh? Are you guys down here?” Gabby is much closer now. Too close for comfort with Tony clutching me tight giving me no indication he’s planning on letting me go.
“Tony,” I whisper. “We’ve got to get up.”
“Leigh!” She bangs on the door.
“Hang on!” Tony belts, none too nicely.
“Tony. Stop,” I whisper.
“Are you okay?” I vaguely hear Gabby ask, but I can’t answer because Tony has rolled me to my back and is kissing me hard again.
“Sugar, leave them alone,” Jude says through the door.
I turn my head to the side because that’s my only choice as Tony is pressing me to the bed. “Tony, get off me. They’re both out there.”
“I don’t have time to leave them alone, Jude. You’ve given me eight weeks to plan our wedding—I don’t have a moment to spare. We need to do this now.” More rapping on the door as Gabby yells, “Open the door or I’m coming in!”
“Tone, they’re going to come in and I don’t have any pants on,” I whisper, but my hands are in his hair because he’s running kisses down my neck. “Please, get up.”
That’s when he lifts his messy haired head—which is a really good look on him—and looks down at me. “Call me honey again.”
“What?”
“Open the door, now!” Gabby keeps yelling and rapping on the door.
Tony grins. “Say it and I’ll let you up.”
“Gabby, this can be done tomorrow, leave them alone,” Jude says.
“Why?” I ask.
“We’re leaving for the airport at oh-dark-thirty. I’m not doing this tomorrow, Jude.”
“Because I like it,” Tony says and his lips come back my neck as he presses his hardness into me.
“Tony!” Gabby yells.
“She’s gonna come in, you know she will.” Tony smiles big between kisses.
Honestly.
Finally, I put my hands to his face forcing him to look at me. “Honey, please get up.”
With that, he grins, kisses me fast, and gets to his feet while pulling me up with him. I’m still yanking his t-shirt down as far as it will go down my mid thighs as he pulls me into his side while grumbling, “Come in.”
“Finally.” Gabby opens the door but the minute she looks at us she comes to a halt. “Oh.”
I look over at Jude who’s standing behind her leaning his shoulder against the door jamb, arms crossed with a crooked grin on his face. He takes a foot and, crossing his other ankle, relaxing his body further as if settling in for a show. I look back at Gabby and she’s giving Tony a look with one brow raised. With no other choice, I close my eyes out of mortification and turn to rest my forehead on Tony’s shoulder.
Since Tony has my front plastered up to his side, I feel his arm give me another squeeze and he growls, “What?”
I open my eyes and look back to my friend who gives me a knowing grin, as if we were in middle school and I got caught in the closet kissing a boy. I thought she’d give me shit but what she does is throw a hand out in front of her giving it a wave up and down. “Whatever. I have a wedding to plan. Tony, I have to ask you something.”
“Yeah?” He’s clearly out of patience.
“Well,” she starts but inhales as she starts to worry her hands. “I’ve talked to Pop and he understands.” She’s referring to Gabby and Tony’s grandfather who she’s very close to, but still not making any sense.
