Belle straightened up and turned to look at me. “Hi, Adam.”
Christ, she was even more beautiful up close. I was a man of few words, but Belle’s blue eyes, flawless skin, and plump lips had me speechless. My heart was beating so fast I was sure it was visible through my suit jacket.
“Cat got your tongue?” Cora chirped, jolting me out of my stupor.
“Good to see you again, Belle,” I said gruffly as she moved to stand by my side.
“You, too, Adam. Not quite how I pictured it, though,” she said with a wink that caused my cock to pulse and my balls to tighten.
Jesus Christ, man, it was a wink, not a wank.
Her perfume hit my nostrils, a blend of citrus and vanilla. Jesus, she even smelled edible. My mouth watered with the need to taste her, to bury my face in her neck, her breasts, and between her legs so I could devour her sweetness.
This wasn’t a normal reaction for me. I wasn’t a player. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a woman. Too long if the thoughts I was having about Belle were any indication. Thoughts I shouldn’t be having about Cora’s granddaughter. Yet every part of my being, including the nine inches between my legs, was telling me that Belle Stone was mine.
The minister cleared his throat. “We gather here today to celebrate the wedding of Isabelle Stone and Adam Sterling…”
Sweat beaded on my brow. This was the point of no return.