Page 66 of Devil’s Promise

I nod again, dipping my head. Of all the oddities of the way I’m marrying, one of the most painful might be that I’ve got no one with me.

Maybe that’s weird. I’ve only known Angel for a few days. My father picked him, I’ve chosen no detail about my wedding, but what hurts the most is that I won’t have a single person in attendance who loves me.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have an aunt. Patti. I’m sure my father didn’t invite her, but…”

“I’ll take care of it,” he answers. Just like that. My mouth drops open, even as tears sting at my eyes.

I push up again, letting the covers fall away as I twist around and wrap my arms around his neck.

Then my lips find his as I kiss him over and over. He has no idea what having her there means to me, I’m certain, but I’m overwhelmed by emotion.

He pulls me into his lap, his hands skimming down my body as he kisses me back.

His arms wrap around me, and he falls back, taking me with him, my legs tangling in his. “Anyone else?”

“Candy,” I answer. I know I just met her, but I haven’t had a woman who feels like a friend in forever.

He eyes me for a second before he nods. “I’ll ask her. Don’t think her ex will be at a country club, but she likely won’t want to be in any of the pictures.”

I don’t care about any of that. The joy I’d been trying to tamp down, however, is rising up. This is enough for me.

And for the first time in a very long time, I’m…excited.

He runs his hand down my back and then over my rear end, grabbing a handful of my butt. Despite the orgasm a few hours ago, my body pulses with need.

Angel is shirtless and the slide of his skin pebbles my nipples as I rub against his chest.

“Angel?” one of the brothers calls. I think it might be Rock. “You got any cream?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Rock. Just look,” Angel yells back, but it’s enough to make him sit up.

A little disappointment zings down my spine. If there is one area that Angel and I completely work, it’s in each other’s arms.

Without meaning to, I tighten my arms around his neck.

He gives me a devilish grin. “Don’t worry, Goldilocks. This wolf is taking you into the shower where he’s going to eat you up and then scrub you down.”

“Oh,” I breathe, the catch in my voice surely letting him know just how much I want to be eaten.

His response is to lean down and kiss me. It’s a tongue-in-my-mouth, devouring kind of kiss. I ignore the little flutter of doubt.

The one that says this is just like the day before.

Instead, I focus on the kiss and I melt into him.

Angel’s strength is like a drug. As someone who has been alone for so long, unprotected, I have this vision of what it might be like to belong to a man who has this kind of strength. One who really wants me to be his.

It steals my breath even as I kiss Angel back, my hands threading in his hair.

He growls into my mouth, pulling me tighter to his chest.

We’re not married yet, but I feel myself falling into him and I just know…his arms are the place I want to be.

It’s such a risk.

He’s all but proven to me I shouldn’t trust him. Then again, when I think about it, it kind of tracks.