Page 52 of Royally Wed
He sifted through the miles of tulle on her dress, searching for an opening. He’d never figure out how to get her out of the thing, and there wasn’t time anyway. Amelia was kissing him with an urgency that plainly told him slowingdown to unbutton a wedding gown wasn’t an option. Thatwas a good thing as far as Asher was concerned. He had a feeling he might realize what an insane mistake he was about to make if he slowed down for any reason at all.
Best not to stop then.
He kept pushing layers of tulle aside until he finally made contact with skin. His fingertips brushed against the softness of Amelia’s inner thigh, and she made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan.
Asher nearly came right then and there.
“So sweet,” he murmured and slipped his hand beneath the wispy fabric of her panties.
What the hell are you doing?
His conscience was screaming at him, but Asher willfully ignored it. His body had a mind of its own all of a sudden.
Amelia arched toward him, moving her hips and grinding against his hand. Asher wouldn’t have thought it possible for hiscock to get any harder, but it did. He was hard to the point of pain. Every ounce of his blood flowed straight to his erection, which seemed like a convenient excuse for his staggering lack of judgment at the moment.
He slipped a finger inside her. Someone moaned, and Asher realized it was him. He couldn’t help himself. She was so wet. So ready. She was teetering right on the edge, and he wantedto watch her fall. He wanted that more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.
He slipped another finger inside her and moved his thumb in a circular motion. Once. Twice. That’s all it took.
Amelia let out a shuddering breath and fell apart.
Asher’s heart thudded so hard that it hurt to breathe. He pulled back to watch Amelia’s face. She looked so damn beautiful—raw, real, unguarded. Hecould have died right then, and his life would have been complete.
Then he made the mistake of letting his gaze drop lower... to delicate white lace and tiny glittering crystals.
Asher froze.
She’s wearing her wedding dress.
What were they doing?
He swallowed hard and searched her expression. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, already swollen and bee-stung from their kiss. Asher’schest hurt just looking at her. Did Holden Beckett have any idea how damned lucky he was?
“Look at me, babe,” he whispered.
They couldn’t do this. He couldn’t let it happen, even though he’d been the one who’d started it.
Amelia would probably despise him now. Good. She should.
She opened her eyes. No woman had ever looked at him the way she was gazing at him now, like he was everything she’dever wanted. King of the world.
He shook his head, ever so slightly. “We can’t...”
Amelia blinked, and her eyes filled with tears. Her bottom lip began to tremble.
“How dare you,” she said. “Don’t ever touch me again. Better yet, don’t ever speak to me again.”
“Amelia, I...”
“Don’t.” She planted her hands on his chest again, but this time as leverage to push him away. “I said don’tspeak tome.”
She gave him a final, searing glance and bent to pick her veil up off the floor. Willow let out a whine and crawled under the bed.
Then Amelia stormed out of the room in a white-hot fury.
Asher had made a royally huge mistake.
