“Whoa.” She gasped. “That feels weird.”
“I like it.”
The rasp of possession in his voice and pure male satisfaction in his smile as he stared at the slick skin had her muscles clenching with renewed lust.
“Don’t look at me like that. I need a second to catch my breath.”
“One second. That’s all you’ll get.” He dropped a kiss to her shoulder.
Adrenaline continued to pump through her blood as they took turns washing up at the sink. Her body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold and her hands shook with the extra energy, making it difficult to tame the strands of hair that fell free of the upswept hairstyle that had taken the better part of an hour to create. And her dress…well, the look was perfect if the fashion line was called recently fucked, especially when accessorized with a monstrous hickey and lips swollen from her own teeth as she had restrained her screams.
She rubbed at her neck. “Man, my throat hurts.”
“That’s because you wailed like a banshee.”
“I did not!”
“What? I can’t hear you.” He pressed his finger to his ear. “You blew out my eardrum from all that screaming.”
“You’re exaggerating.” Flames licked her cheeks nonetheless. “Do you think anyone heard us?”
“I hope so.” He trailed his fingertip over the burn. “It let everyone know that I’m taking care of my woman.”
His woman. Damn, that sounded good.
“Maybe we can sneak out the back.” She took his hand and opened the door. “Or maybe not.”
Gathered in the hall were a dozen wedding guests staring at them with bugged-out eyes and slack jaws. If not for Jorges’ arm around her waist, she would have dropped dead from embarrassment. As it was, it took all her strength not to pee her pants and burst into flames.
“Okay, people, break it up.” Roxanne pushed her way to the front of the crowd and flapped her arms. “Let’s give them some space. I know this is the most exciting thing to happen all night, but move along.”
“Oh my God.” Miranda groaned. “My mother is going to kill me when she hears about this.”
Roxanne laughed. “Something tells me it was totally worth it.”
“Was it, Miranda?” Jorges asked with a smug grin as he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss.
Ohhh. She could gaze at his man forever.
A smile burst past the embarrassment. “Yeah. It was.”
“I’m Roxanne.” Her friend cocked her head. “You wouldn’t happen to have any brothers, would you?”
“I do, actually. Maybe we’ll have you over for dinner sometime.”
“Sweet. Oh, they’re getting ready to toss the bouquet. Are you coming?”
Miranda shook her head. “I’m good. I think I’m going to take off now. They won’t miss me.”
“Have a good night then. Oh, and Miranda?” She stopped them as they reached the corner. “You did scream. Like an air-raid siren.”
“Thanks, Rox.” Oh yeah. She was going to get an earful from her family later on. “Pretend you didn’t see me.”
“Will do. Good night.”
Jorges led her to the lobby and turned to go out the front door. “Where are you going?” she asked.
“Valet. I want to take you home and continue what we started.”
“Oh.” From the pocket of her skirt she withdrew a slim card. “I have a room here for the night. We can be in bed in two minutes.”
He laughed. “If you have a room, why did you drag me into the restroom?”
“My room was too far away. I can make it the short elevator ride now before I jump you like a wild woman.”
He took the key from her hand and guided them to a waiting elevator. “Are you sure this distance isn’t too far?”
“If I get impatient, I can always hit the stop button.”
As the doors slid closed, he pulled her in for a kiss. “That’s my girl.”
About Anna Alexander
Anna Alexander’s literary world changed at age thirteen when a friend gave her Kathleen E. Woodiwiss’ A Rose in Winter. With her mind thoroughly blown, Anna decided that one day she too would become a romance novelist. With Hugh Jackman’s abs and Christopher Reeve’s blue eyes as inspiration, she loves spinning tales about superheroes finding love.
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