Page 139 of Under Your Scars

I’m the first to break the comfortable silence. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Would you ever consider moving? Away from Meridian City, I mean.”

He’s quiet for a long time, but his hold on me tightens. “If that’s what you wanted.”

“Really?”

“The logistics would be difficult since my company’s headquarters is in Meridian City, and the orphanage is there too, but I’d make it work.” He rubs his hot fingers down my back. “Do you want to move?”

I shrug. “Sometimes I think about it.”

He lifts my chin up and rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. “Where would you want to go?” He leans down to brush his lips against mine. “To Italy?” Another kiss. “To France?” Another kiss. “Australia? Brazil? Scotland? I speak ten languages, my angel. We could go anywhere you wanted.”

“Ten? Since when?”

“Since always. English was my first language, obviously. French, Italian, and Spanish came next. Edwin taught me Gaelic, and then I learned Portuguese, Japanese, Mandarin, German, and Greek.”

I giggle. “I got a ‘C’ in Spanish.”

He chuckles. “Learning languages has always come easy to me, and I make an effort to at least make meaningful conversations with foreign investors. Makes me seem cultured.” He pokes me in the side to tickle me. “What’s the verdict? Where are we moving, angel?”

“Nowhere for now,” I say with a smile, looking up at him from under my lashes. “Maybe when we have a family though?”

“Whatever you want.”

“You’re always so quick to say that.”

“That’s because I’m thoroughly pussy-whipped for you.”

I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips.

“What’s so funny, Elena Reeves?”

“Nothing. You just admitted I wear the pants in this relationship, is all.” He spins me in a circle and then pulls me tight to his chest. “It sounds nice, you know. My name with your last name.” His fingers trace down my body to rest on my waist. His large hands feel massive against my small frame.

“Then let me give it to you,” Christian whines, practically begging. He dramatically looks around the room. “Bet the officiant is still here somewhere.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Maybe if it wasn’t mybrother’swedding, I might humor you.”

He grumbles. “At least it wasn’t an outright ‘no’this time. We’re finally getting somewhere!”

I bring his head down a bit so it’s easier for me to whisper in his ear, because even in my heels, he still towers over me. “Hey, baby?”

I feel him shiver and he kisses my neck. “The words that come out of your mouth after you call me baby are always naughty.”

“Want to know a secret?” I feel him nod against my neck. “I may wear the pants in this relationship, but I’m not currently wearing any panties.”

I lean back as redness blooms across his cheeks, and I slightly adjust his bowtie. I scrape my neatly manicured nails down his chest and abdomen, stopping right above his belt before taking a step away from him. “I think I need some more eyelash glue.” I pull slightly at one of the falsies attached to my eyelid. “I’ll be in the groom’s suite if you need me.”

I wink at him and turn to walk away, making it out of the reception hall and to the door of the suite before Christian catches up to me, pressing his chest into my back. I can feel his length straining behind the belt of his pants, aching to be free against the curve of my ass. He flips me around, pins me against the wall and crushes his lips against mine while he fumbles for the doorknob. When he finds it, he pushes the door open, drags us inside, and closes it behind him.

Still against the wall next to the door, he leaves messy, eager kisses all over my neck and the exposed part of my chest. He sinks to the floor and starts to push up the fabric of my dress. I help him gather it around my thighs. He licks his lips when he sees I wasn’t lying. My pussy is bare. Hot. Aroused.

He stares at me for a long time, like he’s committing the sight to memory. “Let me taste you,” he begs. “Just one taste.”

My body starts to tremble, but I gulp and nod. “One.”