Page 155 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says as she slips on her other shoe.
“Like what?”
“Like you think I’m the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen.”
I push my hand through my hair. “Well, you are, and I don’t see how that’s bad.”
“It’s bad when we have a rehearsal to get to. I can’t afford having you take this dress off me. I don’t want to be late.”
I walk up to her and tilt her chin up so I can press featherlike kisses along her mouth. “I don’t want you to be late either.” I pull back and let my eyes roam over her body once more. “Seriously, Maggie, you look beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink. “Thank you.”
“If some guy tries to hit on you tonight when you’re partying with the girls, are you going to tell them that you’re spoken for?”
She chuckles. “Depends on what he looks like. If he comes in wieldinga hammer like Thor, ready to save the universe, I might have to forget the fact that you and I’ve been sharing a bed for a week.”
“Hell, if Thor comes in wielding a hammer, ask him if he’s into threesomes.”
Her eyes widen before she laughs. “Oh my God, Brody.” Whispering, she asks, “Would you do that? Have a threesome?”
I shake my head. “I can’t imagine a scenario where I’d be okay sharing you with a man or a woman. So, sorry if that’s a fantasy for you—it won’t be fulfilled here.”
She chuckles. “It’s not, but I just wanted to gauge what your naughtiness level was.”
“Fucking other people while committed to someone else is not on that list.”
“Good to know.” She stands closer and kisses the bottom of my chin. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be late.”
Together, we walk out of the bungalow. I help her into the golf cart, and when I go to pull away, she tugs my hand, bringing me right back to her.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
She wraps her hand around my neck and with the sweetest smile, she presses her mouth to mine, running her tongue along my lips. I open for her, letting our tongues tangle for a moment before she breaks off the kiss—way too soon in my opinion.
“What was that for?” I ask, feeling dazed.
“Wanted to show you how much I appreciate you and the little things you do, like helping me into the golf cart, or buttoning up my dress, or ordering me food without me having to ask.”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “I take care of my girl.”
Her fingers drag over my cheek. “Thank you.”
I bring her knuckles to my lips, kiss her one more time, and then move to my side of the golf cart. This is so surreal. It feels like there’s been yearsof…waiting to have this woman. And now, I can simply kiss her whenever I want.How the fuck did I get so lucky?When I sit down, she places her hand on my thigh and turns toward me. “Is this crazy?”
For someone who doesn’t want to be late, she sure is prolonging our departure. “Is what crazy?”
“Us. This passion. This bond. I feel like it’s crazy and sudden, but it also feels right. Is that weird and psychotic to say?”
“No.” I chuckle. “I feel the same way. Like this was where I was supposed to be this whole time. Not psychotic or crazy. Not sure where those adjectives came from.” Her hand smooths over my inner thigh and I stop her. “Unless you want me walking into the rehearsal with an erection, I’d keep your hand in a safe place.”
She chuckles and kisses my cheek. “Sorry.”
“Seriously though, why would you think this is psychotic?”
She shrugs but her eyes remain on mine. “Just feels like we went from zero to sixty in three seconds.”
“That’s what happens when you like a person for a long time and you finally get a taste of them. Not only that, but they reciprocate the feeling. You find that you can’t get enough. That you want to spend every second with them. It’s natural. It’s where we’re at.”
