Those golden eyes widen but Trent doesn’t speak. I kiss him again, harder this time, as one of his hands glides up my side. When he gets to the edge of my breast, he lets out a low, strangled moan.
“Jesus, Sara.” He drags in a ragged breath. “You’re braless, too?”
“Yep.”
His big palm cups me over the top of my dress and hewhispers a low, reverent curse. Testing the weight of my breast in his palm, he looks like he’s worshiping something. “So fucking sweet.”
Notthatsweet.
I feel reckless and eager and aching for something I’ve never felt before. “We should have sex.”
Trent blinks, then blows out a breath of his own. “You’re drunk.”
“Notthatdrunk.” I kiss down the column of his neck, dragging my teeth to the spot on his shoulder that drives him wild. His skin is on fire, filling my senses with heat and desire. “Come on, baby.” I’m not ashamed to beg. “We’re so close to our wedding and we’ve waited this long?—”
“And we can wait just a little longer.” His fingertips tease at the edge of my breast. “I don’t want either of us to have regrets.”
My only regret will be not feeling Trent slide into me soon. Tonight,this minute, not in four weeks.
Right fucking now.
But if I say that out loud, it’ll only convince him I’m drunk.
“How about this?” I kiss my way back to one rounded bicep, still riding the hard, solid shaft in his pants. “We sign the marriage license right here, tonight.”
A low groan from Trent is his only response, which I take as a good sign. That, and the pad of his thumb caressing my nipple through my dress.
I keep going. “Your buddy—the one who’s a military chaplain?” I happen to know he’s in town for Trent’s bachelor party. “We ask him to marry us in a real ceremony tonight. We could get a couple neighbors to be witnesses and?—”
“God, baby.” Squeezing my breast, he breathes into the hollow of my throat. “If you don’t quit grinding on me like that, I’m gonna come in my pants.”
Trent’s not a dirty talker, so hearing him lose it spurs me on. “Let’s do it,” I urge. “It doesn’t even have to be the chaplain.” Ialways imagined a religious ceremony, but I’m so damn desperate. “Camille got ordained on the internet. They’ll come back here if I ask them to. She and Eve can be witnesses.”
I’m not even sure if he’s hearing me, since he’s kissing the back of my ear. He nibbles the lobe, his warm breath coasting over my skin. The hand on my ass grips me tighter, while the one on my breast makes me mindless.
Fuck, that feels good.
“Sara, sweetheart.” The need in his voice lights a fuse in my core.
“Right there with you, babe.” I grind on his fly, chasing my climax. I’m already so close to coming. “We’ll get married in secret,” I breathe. “Then we’ll spend the rest of the night fucking like rabbits. No one will know. We’ll have the wedding we planned in just a few weeks, but in the meantime, you and I will have this delicious, dirty little secret just for us.”
“Wait.” He jerks back and searches my eyes. “You’re serious right now.”
“Dead serious.” This isn’t the first time I’ve suggested not waiting for marriage.
But it’s the first time I’ve had such an excellent workaround. The first time I’ve wanted him this badly.
The twitch of his cock tells me Trent wants it, too. Shifting my hips, I give him a taste of what could be. What could happen tonight if only he would agree to my plan.
“Please, baby.” Biting my lip, I slide my hands up his bare chest. His heart drums my palms as I look into the eyes of the man I’ve loved since I was fourteen years old. “I want you so much.”
Trent closes his eyes and I watch his throat roll as he swallows. “I want you, too.”
“Then let’s do it. Please. It’ll be our little secret. We’ll sign the license and have our own little private ceremony right here.When we walk down the aisle in four weeks, we’ll have this naughty little hush-hush dirty secr?—”
“Sara, no.” When he opens his eyes, I see the fierce Navy SEAL who’s conditioned for order and discipline. “We can’t.”
The rejection stings, but the throb of his cock says he wants me. Maybe he needs just a little more coaxing.