Page 117 of Mistaken Identity
If I went too fast, my knees would get splinters.
But fast enough that I was getting there really damn quick.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful it’s hard to breathe sometimes.” He covered my belly with both hands, fingers spanning my ribcage.
I let my breasts go and cupped his face in my hands. “How do you feel about a fall wedding?”
“How do you feel about going to the courthouse tomorrow?” he asked, his green eyes intense.
I snickered. “I want my dad to walk me down the aisle.”
“He can walk you down the aisle into the judge’s chambers,” he teased.
I snickered. “Three months. That’s not too long.”
He sighed and pulled me in for a kiss. “Three months isn’t that bad, I guess.”
“Long enough for me to plan a wedding fit for a motorcycle club.”
He squeezed my ribs, then slammed me down hard, taking my breath from me.
I let my head fall back as I chased the orgasm that was building.
Lost in the feeling of Audric, I wasn’t prepared for the explosion to rock me quite so completely.
The breath left me as my orgasm took me over.
My back bowed even more, and not even my knees digging uncomfortably into the wood at his hips was enough to deter me from moving faster.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered on a strangled breath.
I face-planted into his chest, and he groaned into my hair.
“I just want forever with you. If you want it tomorrow or three months from now, I’ll be happy to oblige,” he murmured.
I smiled against his chest.
“I’ll talk to my dad. You talk to yours. Then maybe we can just get married at the beach. Use this time off wisely,” I offered.
His hands squeezed on my ass. “Perfect.”
Epilogue
Hope we didn’t need that.
—Audric vacuuming
AUDRIC
My breath hitched as I watched her walk down the aisle to me.
Her dad held her arm as he guided her through the wet sand to where I stood in the surf.
My pants were wet from knee down, the tide having risen in the twenty minutes I’d been outside waiting for her to appear.
It was just us. Her dad and mine.
And it was magical.
