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I squash my worries deep down so I can enjoy the day with Max.
When I get up from the stool by the dressing table, he comes to stand behind me.
He starts to pull the fabric up my legs, and frowning, I say, “I don’t think there’s time for this.”
Taking hold of my panties, he pulls them off before shoving them into his pocket. “I don’t like you wearing anything beneath the dress.”
Oh.
Heat rushes through my abdomen to pool between my thighs as I turn around to face him.
He lifts a hand to my jaw and brushes a kiss over my lips. “And it will give me easy access.”
I like the sound of that.
I’m given another kiss before he takes my hand and links our fingers. As I leave the guest room with Max, I glance up at him, taking in his handsome features.
I want forever with this man.
We head down a staircase and out of the main mansion. Luckily, there’s a cobblestone path we can follow because I’m wearing high heels and would probably land on my ass if I had to walk on sand and grass.
The ceremony’s being held in a clearing that’s surrounded by trees. White Tiffany chairs are on either side of the aisle that’s been covered in white rose petals.
“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper while Max leads me to the second row. I glance at the other guests and wonder if they’re all involved in the criminal world.
Probably.
Max keeps hold of my hand and rests it on his thigh. He smiles at Nikolai, who doesn’t look nervous at all.
Nikolai’s grandfather and father are standing up front with him, and when piano notes fill the air, we all turn in our seats to watch Abigail walk up the aisle.
“She’s exquisite,” I murmur to Max.
Cillian, Nikolai’s grandfather, is officiating the marriage, and once the groom and bride are standing in front of him, he says, “I was told to make this short and sweet.”
My lips curve up while the other guests chuckle.
Cillian pauses and gestures at Abigail. “Wow, can we all just take a moment to look at this beautiful bride my grandson managed to snag?”
With laughter bubbling from Abigail, she turns in a circle so we can all admire her wedding gown.
Suddenly Max calls out, “She’s too gorgeous for you, Nikolai.”
My eyes glue themselves to the man by my side, and I drink in the sight of him being relaxed and comfortable because he’s among his kind.
He notices I’m staring at him and wraps his arm around my shoulders. Pulling me closer so I’ll lean against his side, he whispers, “Thank you for coming with me today.”
The ceremony continues, and when Nikolai and Abigail are pronounced husband and wife, I send a wish into the universe that, just maybe, there’s a chance things can work out between Max and me.
Like most women, I’ve dreamed of getting married but never has there been a man I considered to be the one – not until Max.
When everybody gets up, he pulls me to my feet and wraps an arm around my lower back. Leaning closer, he asks, “You okay?”
I nod quickly, and smiling at him, I say, “It was a beautiful ceremony.”
He tilts his head and stares at me for a few seconds, his eyes searching mine. “It feels like you’re hiding something from me.”
Patting my hand against his chest, I widen my smile. “I’m fine, Max. There’s nothing wrong. Let’s follow everyone to the reception.”
