of others
watching. She glanced around and gasped as she saw the shocked stares from
practically the entire wedding party, who watched their interaction as if they
were the breaking story on the evening news. Some had mouths agape while others
talked behind hands in animated whispers. In the corner Megan fumed with fists
clenched at her sides and her eyes shooting poisoned darts in their direction.
Funny. For once in Miranda’s life, she managed to upstage
Megan, and she really couldn’t care less. What she did care about was Jorges
and the need for more of his kisses. The sooner the better.
“Come with me.” She took his hand and led him out of the
crowded ballroom and down the hallway. The doorknob of the unisex bathroom turned
easily in her hand as she opened the door and pulled him inside.
A hot kiss cut off his delighted laughter, turning it into a
moan as she ran her hands over his chest. Her nails scraped across the cotton
shirt and down his sides, drawing a pain-filled hiss as he jumped away.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
His nose wrinkled on a wince. “No. I—uh. Earlier this week I
was stabbed.”
“What? Oh my God! Where?” She tugged the ends of his shirt
from his pants and pulled up to expose his stomach. An angry red line slashed
across his side, banded by black stitches over the swollen, puckered skin. “Oh
Jorges. Were you mugged?”
“No. No. There was a man after Amaryllis. He thought he
could get information out of me. I gave him enough to let me go but still keep
her safe.”
“Is she okay? Is he still out there?”
“He’s been taken care of. And Amaryllis is safe with her
husband.”
“Oh?” she questioned, striving for an indifferent tone.
Although Jorges had claimed they were only friends, knowing Amaryllis was off the
market loosened some of Miranda’s anxiety about their relationship. “I didn’t
know she was married.”
“They’ve only been married a few days. I told you, it’s been
quite a week for me. Her husband is a good man and will take good care of her.
She’s deliriously happy. But, about us.” He pulled her into the circle of his
arms. “When I was stabbed, the only thought on my mind was you. I wanted you
with me to hold my hand and run your fingers through my hair as you told me
everything was going to be all right. When I was threatened with that blade,
the idea of never seeing you again hurt worse than the cut itself.”
“Wow.” The flutter of her heart tickled her throat. “That’s
the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“But not the last. I will endeavor to tell you at least one
romantic thing a day. For example, right now you look like a siren, soft and
girlish but with sex burning in your eyes, promising mind-blowing pleasure.
It’s taking all of my willpower not to rip that pretty dress off your body.”
The muscles in her thighs bunched as he matched action to
words, slipping his fingers under the spaghetti strap on her shoulder and
tugging the side down until a rosy nipple popped free. Cupping her breast, he
bent and took the peak into his mouth. Each pull of his mouth went right to her
core, causing her sheath to pulse and made her achingly aware of the emptiness
inside.
Not to be outdone, she slid her hand down the front of his
trousers, scoring the hard length of his cock through the fabric with her nails.
His answering moan against her breast skipped across her skin like wet pop
rocks. Mindful of his injury, she went right to his fly, releasing the zipper
and reaching inside his briefs to grasp the throbbing length with a greedy
hand.
“Shhh,” she admonished as his groan echoed against the tile
walls. “People will hear.”
“I’ll take that as a challenge. Let’s see how well you keep
quiet.” He spun her around to face the mirror and had her panties down around
her knees before she could gasp. “Hang on to the basin.”
The cool ceramic felt like ice against her skin while his
hand cupping
watching. She glanced around and gasped as she saw the shocked stares from
practically the entire wedding party, who watched their interaction as if they
were the breaking story on the evening news. Some had mouths agape while others
talked behind hands in animated whispers. In the corner Megan fumed with fists
clenched at her sides and her eyes shooting poisoned darts in their direction.
Funny. For once in Miranda’s life, she managed to upstage
Megan, and she really couldn’t care less. What she did care about was Jorges
and the need for more of his kisses. The sooner the better.
“Come with me.” She took his hand and led him out of the
crowded ballroom and down the hallway. The doorknob of the unisex bathroom turned
easily in her hand as she opened the door and pulled him inside.
A hot kiss cut off his delighted laughter, turning it into a
moan as she ran her hands over his chest. Her nails scraped across the cotton
shirt and down his sides, drawing a pain-filled hiss as he jumped away.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
His nose wrinkled on a wince. “No. I—uh. Earlier this week I
was stabbed.”
“What? Oh my God! Where?” She tugged the ends of his shirt
from his pants and pulled up to expose his stomach. An angry red line slashed
across his side, banded by black stitches over the swollen, puckered skin. “Oh
Jorges. Were you mugged?”
“No. No. There was a man after Amaryllis. He thought he
could get information out of me. I gave him enough to let me go but still keep
her safe.”
“Is she okay? Is he still out there?”
“He’s been taken care of. And Amaryllis is safe with her
husband.”
“Oh?” she questioned, striving for an indifferent tone.
Although Jorges had claimed they were only friends, knowing Amaryllis was off the
market loosened some of Miranda’s anxiety about their relationship. “I didn’t
know she was married.”
“They’ve only been married a few days. I told you, it’s been
quite a week for me. Her husband is a good man and will take good care of her.
She’s deliriously happy. But, about us.” He pulled her into the circle of his
arms. “When I was stabbed, the only thought on my mind was you. I wanted you
with me to hold my hand and run your fingers through my hair as you told me
everything was going to be all right. When I was threatened with that blade,
the idea of never seeing you again hurt worse than the cut itself.”
“Wow.” The flutter of her heart tickled her throat. “That’s
the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“But not the last. I will endeavor to tell you at least one
romantic thing a day. For example, right now you look like a siren, soft and
girlish but with sex burning in your eyes, promising mind-blowing pleasure.
It’s taking all of my willpower not to rip that pretty dress off your body.”
The muscles in her thighs bunched as he matched action to
words, slipping his fingers under the spaghetti strap on her shoulder and
tugging the side down until a rosy nipple popped free. Cupping her breast, he
bent and took the peak into his mouth. Each pull of his mouth went right to her
core, causing her sheath to pulse and made her achingly aware of the emptiness
inside.
Not to be outdone, she slid her hand down the front of his
trousers, scoring the hard length of his cock through the fabric with her nails.
His answering moan against her breast skipped across her skin like wet pop
rocks. Mindful of his injury, she went right to his fly, releasing the zipper
and reaching inside his briefs to grasp the throbbing length with a greedy
hand.
“Shhh,” she admonished as his groan echoed against the tile
walls. “People will hear.”
“I’ll take that as a challenge. Let’s see how well you keep
quiet.” He spun her around to face the mirror and had her panties down around
her knees before she could gasp. “Hang on to the basin.”
The cool ceramic felt like ice against her skin while his
hand cupping
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