Page 61 of Resisting You
“Why don’t we break for lunch?” Kristen said. “Rosa’s been at this for a few hours now. We can eat and have a glass of champagne, then come back and make a choice.”
Noah’s eyes went wide as he crossed the room to me. “You’ve been at this forhours?”
I crossed my eyes at him, making a goofy face. “Oh yeah. It’s beengreat.”
Kristen, ushered my mother toward the door. “Come on, Francesca. I’ll walk you to lunch and give these two a little alone time.”
Thank God. Maybe Kristen wasn’t so bad afterall. I took Noah’s hand and dragged him into the dressing room with me. “Please tell me your day has also been the seventh circle of hell?” I whispered.
He winced. “Well, I’m not going to lie, your dad’s no picnic. But choosing a tux took all of thirty minutes.”
I groaned and fell back against the wall of the dressing room in a puff of taffeta. When I opened my eyes, Noah’s eyes were locked onto my cleavage. “So thisisn’tyour dress for the wedding?” Noah asked, taking a step into me and dragging his fingertips slowly across the rhinestone sweetheart neckline.
Goosebumps lifted across my clavicle and I sighed at the tender stroke of his touch, my body responding immediately. “Do I strike you as a rhinestone kind of girl?”
He snorted a laugh and shook his head. “Not particularly. But if we’re being fair, I’m pretty sure these are Swarovskicrystals. I think Samantha would pop a blood vessel to hear you call them rhinestones.”
I grinned up at him, curling my fingers around the lapel of his shirt and tugged him closer to me. Pushing on my toes, I brushed my mouth to his. “Crystals are still rhinestones,” I whispered, my lips moving against his.
“Darlin’, you could tell me the sky was green right now and I wouldn't argue.”
I chuckled. “You like this dress that much?”
“I like how little of it there is up here,” he growled, then tugged at the bodice. With the easy tug of the fabric, my breasts sprang free. He exhaled a pleasure-filled hiss, taking me into his hands as my breathing grew heavier, deeper and my nipples puckered in the cool air conditioned room.
In his large palm, he plumped one, then pinched my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. “I take it back,” he said, his voice low and growly. “I think it's less about the dress and more about the girl wearing it.”
Both my head and knees went weak as he dropped his mouth to my breast and closed his lips around my nipple. I moaned, my fingers gliding into his soft hair. “Well since I'm not wearing it to the wedding, I don't see any reason why we can't?—”
Noah didn't even let me finish the thought before his hands gripped my waist and spun me around. My palms landed against the mirror and I gasped as he hitched the dress up to my waist and gently nudged my legs to spread them wider.
“Fuck, it should be illegal how damn hot you look right now.” From the reflection of the mirror, I watched as his eyes did a slow scan of my body. His lips parted and his wide, lust-filled eyes dilated. Keeping his gaze locked on mine, I distantly heard the sound of his zipper, followed by the rustling sound of a condom tearing open.
“You better not rip this dress,” I teased, giving him a cheeky smile in the mirror.
“Fuck the fucking dress,” Noah growled. “I'll buy the damn thing if we rip it. I’ll buy ten of them. I don’t fucking care.”
I felt him position himself at my entrance and we moaned together as he sank inside of me. The grip of his hands at my hips tightened. “Fuck,” he whispered, nipping at my shoulder. “New fantasy unlocked.”
He paused inside of me, filling and stretching me in the most delicious way. I wanted more. Faster. Deeper. And I wiggled my hips, pushing back into him and relishing the way he hissed, his hands wrinkling the fabric as he clutched me like he was holding on for dear life.
“Do you have a thing for sex in wedding gowns now?” I asked him.
“Whenyou'rethe one wearing it, abso-fucking-lutely.”
Bending forward, he placed a kiss on the back of my neck making goosebumps race down my shoulders and arms. Then, slowly pulling out, he thrust into me even deeper than before. My responding noise was half moan, half a gasp, as I fell forward to rest my cheek against the cool mirror.
Reaching down, his hand disappeared beneath the cascading waves of white fabric, his thumb finding my clit. “Noah,” I cried as he slammed into me, picking up the pace, thrusting faster as his thumb circled me.
It took almost no time at all for my climax to crash down, my muscles spasming against his thrusting cock, clenching and releasing, wave after wave.
“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come,” he growled. With four more heavy thrusts, he collapsed, tugging me into him and holding me tightly in place as he pulsed from inside me.
We collapsed against the mirror, Noah whispering sweet nothings and kissing my bare shoulder up to my neck. “Would itbe totally insane if I bought this dress and requested you wear it from time to time?”
“Yes,” I laughed. “Thatwouldbe totally insane.”
“Insane in an adorable charming way? Or in a restraining order way?”
