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“No, it wasn’t. No one will believe we’re getting married if we don’t touch each other in public. You learned that lesson. And no one will believe we’re getting married if you don’t choose a dress. Same thing.”
“If you say so. I’ve never been married before,” she says with a forced nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know how any of this is supposed to go.”
I step up behind her and slowly pull the zipper of the dress down the length of her spine. “Then let me teach you.”
Goosebumps spread across her shoulder blades. She snorts. “You don’t know anything about wedding dresses, either… do you?”
She’s asking something else. A question beneath the question. But I’m too focused on exposing more of her skin to worry about it.
I push the sleeves down her arms. “I know what I like. I know what I’d like to see you in.”
Nothingat all.
As hideous as this dress is, I can’t think of anything more beautiful than the way it slides down her body.
What would it be like on our wedding day? How much more would this moment mean after hours spent ogling her in her gown? After vows and cake and dancing? Would I peel her out of the dress slowly like this? Or would I rip the expensive layers to fucking pieces just so I could get at her, touch her, claim her…my wife.
Suddenly, Cora spins around to face me. The gown is hanging low on her arms, the top barely covering the twin swells of her breasts. “You aren’t supposed to see me in my wedding dress before the ceremony. We’re breaking all the rules.”
I pull her closer. “Do I strike you as the kind of man who gives a damn about the rules?”
She laughs quietly. “No, I guess not.”
“Didn’t think so.” I pluck her hands away from the fabric she’s trying to hold over herself and let the dress cascade into a puddle around her long, toned legs. She’s wearing a strapless white bodysuit that covers just enough of her to drive me mad.
I swallow down a groan. “Put something on. Anything.”
“As you wish.” She riffles through the rack and pulls down a slinky satin gown.
And thus beginsmytorture.
I sit on the bed and watch Cora slip in and out of dress after dress. Again and again, she twirls in front of me. And again and again, all I can think about is shredding through the gowns like a gift box on Christmas morning so I can devour her.
She comes out in the fifth dress and it’s a struggle to stay seated. I have to clench my fists to keep myself from grabbing her around the waist and hauling her towards me.
The dress is sheer, nothing but meticulously overlaid lace covering her chest and the space between her legs. I can see the shadow of her body through the tulle. Light dances around the curve of her hip and her thighs. She looks ethereal. Like a dream.
“What do you think about this one?” Long lashes bat at me. There is no goddamn way she doesn’t know what she is doing.
I rise slowly from the bed, eyes locked on her. “I hate it.”
She starts to smile, but then stops. Her brows pinch together in confusion. “What?”
“I hate it,” I repeat, moving towards her, “because every set of eyes in the room would be locked on you. I’d have no choice but to claim you as mine in front of everyone.”
I snag her waist and pull her close. Her back arches over my arm so she can look up at me. “How would you do that?”
“I could show you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat. “Consider it a rehearsal.”
Her phone vibrates on the dresser behind us, but Cora doesn’t even glance at it. Her throat bobs as she swallows. “Yes. Show me.”
I take a gentle bite of her jawbone, her earlobe, then I press the flat of my tongue to her skin and taste her.
Her phone vibrates again, and I feel her turn towards it. But then I grab her hips and circle her against the length of me.
“If seeing you in the dress is bad,” I breathe, “then fucking you in it must be unforgivable.”
“Straight to hell,” she agrees with a strained laugh.
