“Mara,” he whispers, his voice husky. “This is wrong,” he says as his face is coming closer and closer to mine.
Anticipating his kiss, my heart thuds in my chest as my female parts sit up and take notice that I’m about to experience my first real kiss from Donovan, but at the last minute he drops his mouth to my neck. His hands land on my hips as he brings me closer to him so I’m in no doubt about how much he wants me.
He keeps his face buried in the crook of my neck where it meets my shoulder. His mouth opens and I briefly feel his tongue against me as his hands tighten on my hips. Then he starts placing kisses along my shoulder.
My fingers slide through his hair, holding him to me as I feel his cock surge against me through our clothing. I should be frightened feeling how big he is, but I’m not—I’m excited.
Before I’m ready, I feel him pulling back—reining in his passion for me. He keeps his mouth and hands on me, but pulls me into him for a hug. One of his hands slides up my spine to cup my neck, as his other hand holds my head against him. He kisses me on the top of my head and just breathes.
I’ve never been held like this before. If he completely pushes me away right now, I’m not sure I’m going to handle it well. He’s making me feel cherished.
“What are you doing after this?”
Is he going to ask me to spend time with him? Only one-way to find out so I reply, “I don’t have anything planned.”
“Can you meet me at my place in an hour?” he mumbles into my hair.
“Yes.”
Then he slowly starts stepping away from me—reluctantly, before he wraps my hand in his.
“I’ll see you in an hour.” He kisses my hand before letting me go completely. “Wear jeans and sneakers or something secure on your feet.” He blows me a kiss and walks into one of the stalls.
I quickly turn and push into the one I’m using. Locking the door, I turn and rest my back against it with my hand going to my heart. If I hadn’t already lost my heart to him, I would have now.
My pulse is frantic—I’m finding it difficult to breathe. I’ve longed for him to look at me the way he just did—to have him hold me in his arms without it being sexual. I know we were both aroused, but the embrace said more to me than words. There isn’t any way that Sarah will affect him the way I think that I do. My only hope is that, in the long run, she won’t be a bitch over Donovan.
Out of all my sisters, she’s the one that I don’t get on with that well. We can usually put up with each other for short lengths of time, but days on end we’d probably murder each other. Despite the fact that we can’t always get along, she’s still my sister and I love her.
Sighing, I struggle out of the dress with only a few scratches from the pins. Hanging it up, I quickly dress with my heart full of excitement as I wonder what he has planned for us this afternoon. I also can’t help wondering why he’s decided to willingly spend time with me.
“Mara, what are you doing in there?”
I roll my eyes hearing Amanda—if I’m close to any of my sisters then it’s Amanda. My younger sisters piss me off—always pinching my things and wearing my clothes. At least, they did wear my clothes until my hips got more of a curve and my chest expanded. Basically my body saved my wardrobe.
“I’m ready,” I call slipping my feet into my boots.
Grabbing my phone, I pluck the dress from the rack and take it out to the show room to put it on the rack with the dresses for the rehearsal dinner. This is just too weird—two weddings together. Two best friends marrying best friends. Cute.
Seeing Callie with a dreamy look on her face, I go over and hug her. “How you doing?”
She laughs. “I think I’m still in shock. But I’m really happy Mara. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Your brother is one of the good guys, and I can’t wait to be his wife.”
“You’re good for him.” I smile.
“And what about you Mara? Are you happy?” she asks tilting her head to the side as she watches me, waiting for my answer.
“I’m happy.” I’m actually giddy with excitement, which is becoming difficult to conceal.
“Hmm. Just be careful,” she covers my mouth with her hand, “with him. I know Mara. I caught what happened not too long ago in there.” She smiles. “Shit, you both got me all hot and bothered. How long has this been going on?”
“There isn’t anything going on. At least not yet, and don’t worry I’m conscience of Reece’s feelings on the subject—all the time.”
She chuckles.
“Just be careful and watch your back,” she whispers as Sarah and Amanda join us. “I’ll catch you in a bit.”
“Okay.”