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The way she shifts around in her fuck-me heels while the officiant performs the ceremony, the way she nibbles on her lower lip when he has us repeat our vows, the way her eyes keep sneaking peeks at mine when she thinks I’m not watching.
But I am. The whole time.
And still, she continues to look.
So that tells me she’s one of two things—she’s either insane or horny as hell.
I know I’m definitely the latter.
Maybe all this wedding crap is getting her hot and bothered. I’m definitely hot and not at all bothered by the idea of fucking my bride in the honeymoon suite at the Montepremi.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The officiant smiles bright and wide at me. “You may now kiss the bride.”
Oh, shit. I forgot about this part.
I got so caught up in talk of shackles that I didn’t think of “the kiss.”
The smirk fades from my lips when Valentina’s expression goes from defeatist to horrified.
Fuck’s sake, am I that bad of a catch, especially as undercover Superman?
The officiant looks between us as if to say, what in the hell are you waiting for? Kat shakes her head and Alek shoots me a murderous glare.
I go in for the kill, shrugging off the invisible daggers plugging my skull. Capturing Val around the waist, I pull her close. She smells fucking incredible, her perfumed scent clogging up my senses and making me think things that I’m sure would have Alek’s dick in a twist.
She stiffens for a second, her eyes narrowing, very unlike a happy bride’s. That’s not at all suspicious. I force my eyes to focus on her instead of rolling backward in my skull. With gritted teeth, I press my fingertips into the small of her back and she finally buckles, falling against my chest. Her blue eyes float closed as our lips lock for a few fleeting seconds.
Her shiny lips taste sweet, like bubble gum and strawberries. I want to part those lips, to plunder her mouth with my needy tongue. But she doesn’t give me the opportunity.
There’s so much confusion in her eyes when her lids fly open. Her lips are still parted as if she wants to say something but forgot the words.
Or maybe she doesn’t want to say them because they scare the hell out of her.
I kind of know how she feels.
I’ve never been so affected by a kiss in my entire fucking life, and there wasn’t even any tongue action.
The “Wedding March” shatters the air, jolting me. I hold out my bent arm for Val and she loops hers through it before we walk up the aisle as husband and wife. A million thoughts swirl through my mind, and weirdly enough, none of them involve her naked and spread-eagle on a California king bed.
That kiss has my head twisting—Exorciststyle.
I’m not a guy who’s at a loss for words, but damn. That kiss sucked my breath away and I can’t seem to get it back.
The glass doors open to the lobby, and the girls working at the chapel fling fistfuls of confetti at us. Silver and gold bits cover us. I hold my free hand in front of my eyes so my fake glasses don’t get pelted. Valentina’s sudden and surprising laughter grabs my attention. I turn to take a quick look. Her hair sparkles with glitter, and flecks of silver and gold cling to her skin and the front of her dress.
She giggles and peers down the front of her strapless dress. Her cheeks flush pink, her eyes laughing along with her mouth.
Wow. Happiness. Definitely suits her.
“There’s so much in there,” she says breathlessly. “And, oh my God, it’s so itchy.”
“Well, I guess we’ve gotta get you out of that dress fast, yeah?” I wink and the pink in her cheeks deepens. She bites her lower lip again and her eyes fall to the floor.
Fuck me.
She liked that idea.
Alek pulls me aside after that comment. “Not a chance, lover boy. You’ve got dinner plans. Don’t get any ideas about what’s underneath that dress.”
