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Fucking finally.
Turning and smiling along with the other five bridesmaids as Dina and Aaron lip locked, I glanced over at Micah.
My breath caught. His blue-eyed gaze held mine, erasing the world and sounds of clapping hands. That erotic energy I missed whenever not with him zinged between us even though we didn’t touch, weakening my knees.
I bit the inside of my lip as need for him swept through me, making me a little too warm regardless of the church’s air-conditioning.
The bridesmaid to my right nudged my elbow.
I glanced around to find Liz had just descended the stairs and started back down the aisle.
Shit.
Two quick steps took me to the side of my escort, and I lightly touched my fingertips to the elbow he offered. Zero anxiety raised my blood pressure. Zero vise-effects strangled my chest. I kept my gaze on Micah until we passed his aisle and dropped my hand from my escort’s arm the second we stood outside under the Indian summer sun.
I’d come a long way in the time I’d begun testing myself with Micah, but a receiving line…just, no. I slipped back into the church after a quick hug and kiss for Dina and a little wave for Aaron, hurrying to Micah’s side as he waited near the front of the line behind my brother-in-law.
“You look amazing,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath causing goose bumps to break over my arms. “If you knew the thoughts I’ve been having since you walked down that aisle you would be a wet, panting mess with thighs spread and begging for my dick.”
I shivered. If he was aware of my plans for the night ahead, he’d be hard and giving me the look that turned me so needy I begged.
Hanging on his arm, I ambled along with him as he congratulated and hugged first Aaron, then a beaming Dina.
“What the hell happened to my Mr. Grumpy Pants?” she asked, laughing and pulling away from him. “I’ve never seen you smile so much.”
Micah squeezed me against his side and gazed down at me, his eyes full of emotion we had finally named aloud the week before.
“When’s the wedding?” Dina asked with a snicker, but I shot my sister a glare, my cheeks flamed.
“Shut up,” I muttered.
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “Like you haven’t gotten something all planned out in that brain of yours already, Jaz. Let me guess. Barefoot on the beach? Small and intimate with immediate family only?”
I snapped my suddenly unhinged jaw shut and tugged on Micah’s arm, wanting the ground to swallow me whole.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that, Dina,” Micah said with a chuckle, hugging me again and allowing me to pull him farther down the receiving line, far from my runaway-mouthed big sister.
“Sorry about that,” I muttered once we moved away from the lingering crowd outside of the church.
“I’m used to her unbridled tongue.” He pulled me against him, and I rested my head against his chest. His heart beat strong in my ear, and I closed my eyes, soaking in his warmth.
Dina may have hit my fantasies spot on, but Micah and I took things one day at a time, testing waters, cultivating a richer relationship, and just plain old living life. I’d never been so happy.
Tonight, though, would be our—my—biggest test yet.
* * *
We escaped the reception as soon as possible without seeming rude, and although I’d danced most of the night away in Micah’s arms like I’d wanted to do, the thought of what I planned made my insides tremble.
Micah had brought his cherry-red Ferrari, and we cruised home, windows down, the warm evening air tugging at my up-do that Liz had to pin since I couldn’t relax enough for the hairdresser to do so. Micah’s new fade that left the hair atop still long and sexily mussed up whipped around too. I stared at the beautiful man I’d been blessed with, as patient a soul as I’d ever met.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, squeezing my hand on the console.
“How lucky I am.”
His smirk and quick, heated glance warmed me through. “I’m the lucky one.”
He’s a good one,I thought, rubbing my thumb along the back of his hand. And I planned on offering him myself in a way I didn’t think he ever expected. Hoped for, yes, as he’d often admitted to.
