Rolling us, he hovered above me and peppered kisses all over my face and down my neck. “We have a lot of time to make up for.”
I moaned and wrapped my legs around him. “I agree. But maybe we should go shower and talk about all the ways we’re going to make up for lost time.”
He laughed, then kissed the tip of my nose. “Lead the way, baby.”
Luke
I woke to the feel of Bree pressed against my body, her warm breath a slight tickle on my chest. Drawing in a slow, deep breath, I exhaled and closed my eyes. Last night hadn’t been a dream. The feeling of being inside Bree twice and then making her come with my mouth two more times hadn’t been a fantasy.
It was then I noticed my arm was asleep. I tried to move it, but when Bree groaned in protest, I stilled. If it meant keeping her near me, I’d let my whole damn body go numb.
Closing my eyes, I drifted back to sleep. That was, until an obnoxious alarm went off, causing Bree to sit up so fast she nearly flew over my body and off the bed.
“Breakfast!” she screamed out. “We need to make breakfast!”
I watched as she stumbled over to the dresser, where she wrenched open drawers and pulled out clothes.
“Bree.”
“I can’t, Luke. I mean, I want to, but I can’t. I need to get breakfast going for the guests.”
Sitting up, I let the sheet fall below my waist and watched her run around like a chicken with its head cut off. “Bree…”
“Shit. I need to make the gravy. I hate making gravy!” she said, rushing into the bathroom. I heard her electric toothbrush turn on, and I threw off the sheet and made my way to the bathroom.
Stopping in the open door, I leaned against the jamb and watched her brush her teeth with one hand while combing her long dark hair with the other.
“You sent Candace a text last night,” I said. “Don’t you remember?”
She stopped and met my gaze. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Candace called you back,” I reminded her, “and you told her our plan for this morning. She screamed that rather loud scream of hers, then said she and Arabella would take care of the guests today.”
The hand that was holding the brush fell to her side and she smiled around her toothbrush.
I nodded. “That’s right, love. We’re getting married this morning. The quicker I get you in front of a justice of the peace, the less likely it is you’ll come to your senses and decide not marry me.”
Pulling the toothbrush from her mouth, she dropped it in the sink and then threw herself into my arms. I caught her in time, nearly stumbling back in the process. She went to kiss me, but I turned my head.
“I love you, but not enough to kiss you with a mouth full of toothpaste.” I fake gagged.
“Fit, forry!” she said, turning and spitting into the sink and then rinsing her mouth. She opened the drawer and pulled out a disposable toothbrush, smiling as she held it out for me. I knew she’d have one. She always had one available.
“Thank you,” I said, taking it from her and proceeding to brush my own teeth.
“Let me call Candace—they should be on their way here by now.”
She slipped out of the bathroom, and I soon heard her talking on the phone. She popped her head back in. “They’re already here. I have the best friends ever!”
Laughing, I rinsed my mouth, used the restroom, and then headed back into the bedroom to get dressed.
Bree was standing at her closet, still talking on the phone.
“Do you think white? I was thinking something more like pink. What do you mean, you can’t see me in pink? I’ve worn pink before.”
I slipped on my jeans and tried not to laugh again. I had never once seen Bree in pink.
“Fuck you, Candace. I can pull off pink if I want to. Fine, whatever. What do you mean green? I’m not wearing green to my wedding.”
There was a long pause. “I don’t care if I’m getting married at the justice of the peace; I’m not wearing green.”
After slipping my shirt back on, I put on socks and shoes while Bree pulled dress after dress out of her closet and tossed them onto the floor.
I turned and headed into the kitchen area and found her coffeepot and coffee.
“I’m not wearing red to my wedding!”
Laughing, I opened the fridge and took in what little food she had. “Okay, looks like we’re grabbing breakfast on the way.”
“I found it!” Bree called out. “Do you remember that white sundress in Boston that Arabella and you talked me into buying? Yes, the one with the lace and tulle that fell to my thighs. It’s perfect!”