Once he takes his place, I can see a nervous breath leave his chest and I smile. It’s sweet. I turn my head when the groomsmen make their way down the aisle next, and my body physically responds to the sight of Isaac in a suit.
I’ve seen this man in jeans, tees, and his uniform, but those are nothing compared to what is before my eyes right now. He’s in a charcoal suit with a black shirt underneath and a pale pink tie. It’s tailored and fits him like a damn glove. His hair looks like it’s been trimmed today, and it very well may have been. It’s shorter on the sides and longer on the top, styled back in somewhat of a pompadour style. It’s delicious.
I’m sitting toward the front, so I can see his eyes as he gets closer. They are moving from row to row, looking for me, and when they finally lock on me, the smile on his face grows so big there is no way no one else notices. As he passes by, he gives me a wink then takes his place beside the rest of the men.
***
Throughout the entire ceremony, we are absolutely fucking each other with our eyes. It’s impossible to deny, and there is nothing else I could call it. I want to eat him alive in that suit, and based on the looks I’m getting from him, I think he approves of what I’m wearing as well.
Weddings are foreplay. This is fact now. I am convinced and no one can change my mind.
My body had foolishly forgotten what last night felt like, but that all came rushing back like a tidal wave when I saw him and now my skin is tingling, craving any kind of touch from him.
I’ll catch a smile from him and it sends heat up my spine. He must know because he slides his hand over his mouth to cover the fact he’s laughing at me, and I just shake my head at him.
When the ceremony ends, and we have a newly married couple among us, the bridal party makes their way, arm in arm, back down the aisle and through the doors.
I stand, eager to make my way to the reception area and into the arms of a very handsome fireman.
Isaac
I wasn’t ready to see her in that dress.
I simply couldn’t have been prepared for what that sight was going to do to me. She looked like a bombshell sitting in the chair, and now that I see her walking toward me as a full picture, hell if she isn’t the sexiest woman in the room.
“Goddamn. Look at you,” I extend my hand out for her to take.
“Do you like it?” she asks, doing a bit of a spin, showing me her bare back, save for the slinky crossed straps.
“Like it is an understatement. I fucking love it.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She meets my eyes again. “It was a beautiful ceremony.”
“It was and the guests weren’t too bad either.” I slide my hand around from her hip to the small of her back and pull her in to me. “I got your text.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nod and lean forward for a kiss. It’s soft and sexy. I can feel her breath shudder just a bit when I break the connection to speak again. “I don’t regret anything either.”
“Good,” she says, as she slides her hands up my chest and then straightens my tie. “You clean up really nicely, Mr. Black.”
“Don’t get used to it. I’m not a fan of ties.”
“And I’m not a fan of heels.” She angles her leg out of the thigh-high slit in her dress to show me her shoes. “But here we are.”
“Jesus Christ,” I say under my breath. “I didn’t know you were hiding fuck-me shoes under there.”
“I guess I was hoping to surprise you with them later.” She brushes herself up against me very, very purposefully then takes my hand. “Darn.”
I don’t get to respond to her before we are called to take our places inside the reception area, but my cock isn’t so lucky. His reaction is stiff and obvious.
So that’s the game we are going to play tonight, is it?
Game on then.
***
The next two hours pass with soft caresses to the bare skin of her back while we are eating dinner and in a stolen kiss when the lights dim for the first dance. It’s as if what happened between us last night has opened a floodgate of need between us that is so apparent; it’s basically glowing. She places her hand on my thigh while she talks to Caleb about something happening at their school, and I do the same in turn, but a little higher and squeeze. She seems to like that. Every time I do it, she clears her throat, and I laugh.
The party is in full swing as the sun sets on the hills of Napa Valley. Music is blaring and guests are dancing. Alcohol is flowing and everyone is smiling... happy. But that’s not where my focus is. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of Sawyer.
Not as she took Finn up on his offer of a dance or when she was chatting it up with Danielle when she and Christopher came around to mingle with each table. And not now, as she checks her makeup in a small compact mirror she pulled from the shockingly tiny bag on her wrist.
She spots me in the mirror and smiles. “What?”
“Nothing. I’m just watching you.”
“Creep.” She smiles and puts the compact away. “You know, you haven’t asked me to dance yet.”
“Your time seems to have been monopolized by my friends. I was simply waiting my turn.”
I take her hand just as the song changes to a slow, sensual beat.
“Dance with me?” I ask, as I stand then pull her in so I can whisper in her ear. “I want to feel you against
