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“Me, too.”
Had Sharon’s bouquet toss been rigged? When Vale’s cousin had turned, winked at Faith, she’d suspected, had tried to step back, not wanting to catch the flowers. But the throng of women had pushed her forward, preventing her escape. The bouquet practically jumped into her hands, making her wonder if Steve had been teaching Sharon passing secrets. Instinctively Faith had closed her fingers around the flowers.
If for the right reasons, none of which involved marriage, though, she could be very happy with Vale. At least tucked away in this magical world of Cape May where he only had eyes for her, she believed she could. In the real world, he’d eventually move on to greener pastures and break her heart. But during their fantasy weekend she could forget the real world existed and pretend she could have a happily-ever-after of her own.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, leaning in to where she sat at one of the decorated tables, sipping a glass of water. She’d had all the champagne she could handle earlier—a mere two sips. Three and she might be dragging Vale beneath a table.
“That I didn’t want to catch this.” She gestured to the flowers on the table. “Sharon purposely tossed me the bouquet.”
“You think?” He was grinning still, which eased the tension ebbing through her. He didn’t believe she was trying to push him into anything. Good, because she wasn’t.
“Okay, so the wink gave her away,” Faith admitted.
He took her hand in his and studied their clasped fingers. “My family likes you.”
“What’s not to like?” She mimicked words she’d heard him say on numerous occasions.
His gaze lifting to hers, Vale laughed. “Have phenomenal sex with a woman and it goes to her head each and every time.”
“Really?” she asked, searching his eyes for a hint at how he felt. How he really felt about what had happened beyond the phenomenal sex. “You’ve had this happen before?”
His expression grew serious. “Nothing like you has ever happened to me.”
“Because you’d never been with a virgin before?” Why was she pushing? Did she really even want to know the answer?
“I don’t know.”
What else would there be different about her compared to every other woman he’d known? Other than a brain? Vale was brilliant, gorgeous, successful, and as rich as sin. He had his pick of women and, despite whatever had happened in his past, he was never in short supply.
Except as wedding dates. For that he’d chosen someone who knew him well enough to know he had no desire to settle down, someone he himself had said wasn’t a real date.
“If not that, then what?” she asked, unable not to push, unable not to try to glean better insight as to how he felt about what she’d classify as the most earth-shattering experience of her life.
“The not being able to stop even when my brain told me to,” he clarified. “I only hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“You didn’t.” At his raised eyebrow, she relented. “Okay, you hurt at first, but only for a few seconds, Vale. Then it was wonderful. Perfect.”
He shook his head. “Not perfect. You’re first time shouldn’t have been against a wall with our clothes still on.”
Puh-leeze. She couldn’t imagine a more perfect experience. He’d been consumed with wanting her.
“I’m not complaining.”
His gaze swept over her, caressing each feature. “You should be.”
She drank in the warmth of his expression, the desire in his eyes, and realized she wielded a feminine power previously unrecognized. “If I was complaining?”
His gaze darkened and he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “I’d have to do my best to make amends for my lack of finesse as your first lover.”
“Do your best?” Excited shivers shot through her body, congregating at the juncture of her thighs. “As in?”
“Take you to my bed and show you just how good sex can be.”
“It gets better than this afternoon?” She found that difficult to believe. He’d been amazing. More than amazing.
His gaze not leaving hers, he nodded. “Much better.”
“Vale,” she began in her most serious voice.
