He chuckled in my ear, nipping at the skin. His tongue smoothed over the prick, moving in suggestive swirls. My hands found him before I could think—burning together—no use of coals or wood, when our fire could burn the forest down.
An image came to mind.
Him bending me over from the waist, pulling this dress up and taking my panties off. He’d stuff me with the drenched material, silencing me with unabashed arousal, and I’d stay there, wet, and needy as he punished me with his hands or his belt.
Afraid that he’d be able to read the thoughts in my head from the fevered heat, I dropped my hand. If I turned around to look at him, I ‘d grab him by the back of his neck and kiss him with an intensity I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was no virgin, I was no prude, but Christian was making me feel like a horny teenager who just hit puberty.
I want to take my panties off and make him look at the depravity he does to me.
As I tried to put more space between us, he pulled me back with a sharp bite to my neck.
Before I could implode on him, Umaima walked back into the room. Her eyes glanced between both of us with an amused yet concerned glance. Christian swiftly took a step back, dropping the hand around my neck, muttering a quiet reminder that he had vomit on his clothes, and he had to go clean up, and walked into the direction Umaima pointed for him.
Bewildered and confused, I stood there with my arms wrapped around my midsection and stared into space.
I was hot and bothered for my ex-boyfriend and the man who was soon to be my husband.
But I couldn’t jump his bones.
Because that wouldsocomplicate things.
And I couldn’t have things complicated because then it would make everything else complicated.
Complication is so…complicated.
My chest heaved with the idea of sex with Christian.
Maybe once wouldn’t complicate thingsthatmuch.
Right?
No, Adelaide. You can’t do that. First, he’ll take your body, then your mind, lastly your heart. Remember last time. Don’t forget it. Don’t touch him. Don’t want him. Keep yourself contained, because if you give this man any bit of you, there’s doubt he’d ruin you.
I didn’t like being rational, but it was the only smart choice.
So, afterwards I did what I do best.
I moped.
FIFTEEN
CHRISTIAN
“We should rehearse.”
Adelaide was quiet when I came out of the bathroom without my jacket, she was quiet when we got down to the lobby, and she was still quiet once we got in the limo.
The venue was an old estate and forty minutes outside of the city. I had it booked for over a month and really fucking hoped it would land on this day.
Thank fuck it did.
Her eyes fixed outside the window where the sun simply hid behind the clouds, preparing itself for long hours of the night.
“Rehearse what?”
Her dress tightened around her thighs when she turned her head. When she opened the door, I’d been speechless and stared at her like a fucking idiot. My reaction was so fucking bad that Yunus threw up on me. Adelaide’s always been beautiful, but when she stood before me—fuck, glowingwith a subtle hint of ease on her face, it knocked hardened thumb out of my chest.
What’s worse was that the dress is perfect for her. Delicate hand-embroidered dark blue flowers outlined the back of it. If I hadn’t known Alida Soani’s husband, I would have never been able to give her this dress. All I knew was I wanted it to reflect her eyes and the ring on her finger.
