Page 160 of Indulge
“Come on,” I murmur, guiding her toward the aisle. “Picture it. The doors open. You’re standing there, looking like sin disguised as salvation. Everyone turns, but I only see you.”
She bites her lip, pretending to roll her eyes, but her smile gives her away.
“What song?” she asks, softly now.
“Can’t Help Falling in Love.”
Her breath catches. “You’re serious.”
“Yeah. You told me once it was your mom’s favorite. Figured she should be here too.”
The joke fades from her face, replaced by something fragile and real. She doesn’t speak about her parents much, just odd bits of information, the same I don’t talk about mine either.
For a second, the world narrows to just us, the girl who never thought she’d get this kind of love, and the man who can’t believe he found her.
“Reggie…” she whispers.
I cup her face. “Don’t look at me like that, Princess. You’ll have me proposing all over again.”
She laughs, watery but bright. “You already did? Without me, apparently.”
“Minor details.”
“Minor?”
“I handled the venue, the music, and the cake. I’m trying to redeem myself here.”
She snorts. “What kind of cake?”
“Chocolate, obviously. I’m not a monster.”
Her laughter fills the church.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but I’m your kind of ridiculous. And I promise, if I’m the one who gets to marry you, you’ll have the proposal. The rings. Whatever your heart desires.”
She shakes her head. “You’re really tempting fate here, doing all this in a church.”
“Maybe I like the challenge.”
“You don’t do holy, Irish.”
“Guess there’s a first time for everything.”
I lean down, meaning to kiss her, just the once, but she catches my collar first, dragging me closer. Her lips brush mine, slow at first, then deeper, hungrier.
And that’s when I stop pretending I have any control.
I press her back against the pew, her laughter muffled against my mouth. The sunlight catches in her hair, and for one wild second, heaven feels like it’s watching us misbehave.
With my fingers digging into her ass, my tongue down her throat, and her desire being all that I can smell, it’s taking all the restraint I possess not to bend her over and claim her here.
We’re still tangled up when a throat clears behind us.
We freeze.
I turn, already knowing I’m doomed.
