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“You aren’t supposed to see me in my wedding dress,” I protest weakly.
Somehow, Ivan looks at me even harder. His eyes are shining as he traces every line of me. Is it suddenly extremely hot in here or is it just me?
“We were engaged before we even started dating. It’s in our nature to do things a little backwards.” He arches a brow and stalks towards me slowly. His smell invades the room ahead of him. I inch backwards before I bump into the vanity and almost scream at the unexpected contact.
“Like, maybe we should have cake and then say our vows?” I suggest.
“No,” he growls. “Not like that at all.” He unbuttons his jacket and drapes it on the arm of a chair. There’s a lot of talk about men in suits, but I don’t think we’ve given proper consideration to men working their wayoutof suits. He undoes the cufflinks and drops them to the floor with aclink-clink.
I recognize the heat in Ivan’s eyes. I’ve seen it more than enough times to know where this is going. I may have been nervous about the wedding all day—but this? I don’t have any doubts about how to do this. We’ve known how to do this since before we even knew each other’s names.
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “Then what?”
Ivan slips his bow tie off and drops it in the trail of clothes he’s shedding. Little by little, he’s going from billionaire boss to dangerous don. Tattoos reveal themselves. Muscles. Harshness and sexy brutality in the slope of his lips and the flame in his eyes. “I think you have an idea already of where I’m going with this,solnishka.”
He’s only a foot away from me now and he’s right—I do know. I also know that I can’t stop myself. I reach out and undo the top button of his shirt. He’s still playing the game, but I can’t wait. I know where this is headed and I want to get there.
Now.
“Ah, now, you’re getting it,” he breathes. He takes the final step and his hips arch forward to come rest against mine. I hate every layer of lace keeping us apart.
I undo the final button and then stroke my hands up the hard plane of his bared stomach. His skin is tan and warm and I want to drown in the woodsy smell of him.
It doesn’t help that I hear the voice of tradition screaming in my ear. The groom seeing the bride before the ceremony?Wrong. Ivan being here with the door closed and that look in his eyes?Very, very wrong.
Too bad that only makes it all that much hotter.
“Jorden will kill me if I ruin my makeup.” It’s true, but I don’t care. A second ago, I was worried about lipstick on my teeth, but now? I’ll walk out there with wild sex hair, smeared lipstick, and a wrinkled dress if it means I gethim.Hell, I’d tap-dance down the aisle naked for one single kiss. One single touch.
Ivan tips my chin up and leans close. Not quite all the way, but almost there. I stretch onto my toes, lips already parted.Kiss me. Ruin my makeup. Destroy me.
“No,” he sighs again mournfully. “Not like that. Likethis.”
With a sudden blur of motion, he puts his palms on my hips and whips me around until my back is to his front and we’re both facing the mirror.
His breath is hot in my ear. “I want to watch you fall the fuck apart when I make you mine.”
He undoes the buttons at the back of the bodice and roughly peels the dress down my torso until it’s a puddle of white at my feet. I love how he hisses, how his face contorts when he sees the bridal lingerie I’m wearing beneath.
It was supposed to be a surprise for tonight.Whoops.I guess Christmas came a little early for Mr. Pushkin.
I catch his reflection behind me—his dress shirt open over his bare chest, his eyes dark with need. I’ve never wanted anything more.
“We… we have to walk out of this room right now,” I argue in a limp croak. “Because I think I’ll die if I don’t get to marry you today.”
“Oh no,” he breathes, pushing my panties to the side and stroking a finger over my aching pussy. “We can’t have that.”
My whole body trembles at just this little touch. I reach back and hook my hand around his neck. “Then—oh, fuck me, justhurry up.I’m dying here.”
He smiles and unbuttons his pants. When he presses his dick against my opening, his fingers dig into my hips. I arch my back and all it takes is one shift for him to slide home inside of me.
Then Ivan’s lips are back against my ear. “You can forget all aboutwalkingout of here. When I’m done with you, you won’t even be able to stand.”
Ivan drives deep into me at the same time his fingers circle my center. Fireworks explode behind my eyes. I’d collapse in a heap on the floor if he wasn’t holding me upright with a hand on my hip and another at my throat. I can see the lines of desire stretching my face in the mirror.
My parted lips matching his.
Those eyes, amber and bright.
