Watching with a smile etched onto my lips, the newlywed couple kiss before walking down the aisle. I’m beyond happy to see my best friend with the love of her life, her skin glowing and her eyes sparkling with joy, that I can’t help but grin.
When the couple leave the church, the guests start to pile out of the pews, loud chatter filling my ears and excitement lingering in the air. I look down at my own dress, smoothing out the non-existent creases in the dark purple silk as I slowly make my way out of the church and get bundled into a limousine with other giggling, chirpy bride’s maids.
“Didn’t Sarah look so beautiful?” Gushes Fay; Sarah’s younger sister.
Everyone pips up and agrees, talking about how the dress makes the bride look, I nod and let out noises of agreement but my thoughts begin to wonder to a certain male who caught my attention the moment I arrived.
Who is he? His name is Shane Richards, the definition of perfection.
Striking blue eyes outlined with dark, thick lashes, tousled hair and a jaw covered in dark stubble, the male is a magnificent creature that demands attention without even trying. His athletic body is clad in a suit, a dark purple tie round his neck to match the colour of my dress; however, even in a suit I can tell the male is muscular and well built.
As we reach our destination, I climb out of the vehicle, still lost in my dwindling thoughts. As soon as I saw the male, I couldn’t help but think about his large, tanned hands on my curves, his plump lips whispering filth in my ear, his rock hard body pressed flush against mine.
Just thinking about it has my pulse leaping and I have to try my hardest not to moan softly at the direction of my thoughts.
“Piper!”
Pushing my way through the double doors, I’m greeted by the bride, her smile infectious. “Sarah,” I pull her into a tight hug as we laugh, over joyed that one of us has got her happy ending. “I’m so happy for you.”
She kisses my cheek and pulls away from the embrace as people begin to surround her, Carl; the groom, lingers with his fingers laced through hers, a smile dancing on his lips. I step back, letting her family members gush and hug the bride. My eyes roam over the sea of people to the buffet table and if on cue, my stomach growls.
Squeezing past everyone, I make my way through the crowd until I reach the table and start to pick at food. I’m piling cocktail sausages onto my plate when something in the air changes, electrifies. “Got to love a woman that eats.”
Fighting back the urge to shiver at the masculine voice, my gaze flickers to Shane who’s grinning, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“Mmm, me and food have a good relationship,” I tease, popping some cucumber into my mouth, “The couple sure seem happy don’t they?”
I watch quietly as the best man slides his eyes to the newlywed couple, nodding slightly. I take this time to marvel at his strong features, the light dusting of freckles that scatter across his cheeks. Shane then begins to pile food onto his plate, though it seems he’s hardly paying attention to the food an instead, keeps gazing at me.
Feeling self-conscious under his dark look, my cheeks burn softly under the dim lighting, is his thoughts turning dirty like mine? I wonder, thinking about my mouth on his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist.
“Would you like to dance?”
My skin feels hot and my pulse leaps at the thought of being in close proximity to the devilishly handsome male standing before me. Forcing myself to swallow the sasuage in my mouth, I then glance up at him from under my lashes, the look he returns is smouldering.
I start to protest, to come up with some petty excuse but when Shane reaches over and laces his fingers through mine, my breathing hitches and my words die. Helpless to resist, he pulls me onto the floor that’s crowded with people, soft music playing in the background.
The scent of masculinity and aftershave intoxicates my senses and a shiver dances down my spine as my thoughts turn naughty once more. Soft caresses turn to grabbing, gentle kissing to hot wet skin marking, and fingers brushing to hands biting into skin.
Shane wraps an arm around my waist and I find myself with my hands loosely around his neck. “You look stunning in that dress, did I forget to mention that?” His compliment makes me want to giggle, thanks to the alcohol running through my veins.
“You look breathtaking in purple too,” he continues, eyes seeming to shimmer in the light.
I grin, “You look good in a suit,” my thoughts dwindle yet again; his mouth against my throat, his hands gripping my curves…
“Want to know something else?” Shane suddenly whispers, snagging my attention.
I raise an eyebrow, curious and he pulls me flush against his broad, strong chest. My core aches, my underwear wet with arousal as we sway to the music all the while his lips are grazing against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Piper.”
My throat goes dry and I close my eyes, clinging to Shane as his words conjure up the endless possibilities of what he could do to me. Nuzzling into his shoulder because even in heels, he towers over me, I smile. “You’ve been on my mind all day, I thought my heart was going to give out when I saw you all dressed up.”
“Right back at you,” He chuckles, the hands on my waist flexing as if to remind me to keep moving to the gentle song playing.
Family members of both Carl and Sarah’s families are around us, everyone laughing and chatting, the excitement and joy lingers in the air yet all I can do is gaze up at a man I hardly know, my muscles down south contracting, my breathing laboured as lust starts to creep up my spine.
Shane reaches up and tucks a strand of dark hair behind my ear, his finger tips brushing my cheek. “God,” he mutters, “The things I want to do with that mouth…”
My cheeks burn yet it’s not from embarrassment. I suddenly find a burst of courage and lean up to ever so softly brush my lips against his, time slows down. We’re oblivious to the people around us, to the prying eyes that rest upon my back, to the soft whispering that reaches my ears.
His large hand pulls me closer, his crotch pressed against me; his hardness against my wetness. “I want you,” I whisper, fingers merged in his thick locks, “I ache for you.”
My heated look meets Shane’s and it’s in that moment alone that I know he feels exactly the same way. My heart soars at the knowledge, never in my life have I wanted someone so desperately, craved anothers touch so badly.
“You’re all I want,” His head slowly starts to come closer, his intent clear, “In a room surrounded by beautiful women yet I couldn’t care less, all I see is you. You’re stunning, I need you.”
Fingers grip his hair a little harder, adrenaline pumping through my body mingled with lust for the striking male infront of me. “Take me,” I find the words escaping my lips before my mind has thought them, “I’m yours.”
We waste no time then, our lips coming together in a heated, passionate kiss that is filled with promises. Our tongues dance and taste one another; his hold me tight and secure, our heart beating as one. Desire burns my veins and the masculine scent of Shane gets me drunk on him, I could stay like this forever, locked in his embrace, his skin against mine.
My thoughts are on the male before me, how it would feel to take his hardness that is pressed almost painfully against my stomach, in my mouth, to feel his hands caress and grab at my body, to feel him stretch and fill me.
The sound of my name being called rings in our ears and suddenly everything comes rushing back, the music, the chatter and the bodies that are close to ours as we stand on the dance floor still.
With obvious reluctance, we slowly break from the kiss, my fingers in his hair whilst the other grips his tie, steadying myself as I sag, going to my normal height again. Shane flashes me a look, a look I can’t decipher yet it has my heart beat erratic and a sly smile slipping onto my plump lips.
“There you two are!” I turn slightly to find Sarah dodging bodies as she makes her way towards us. “We’re going to take photos now; I can’t have my maid of honour miss out on them now can I?” She grins and tugs me towards her by my arm, I sense Shane’s unwillingness to let me go and I find myself giggling.
“I’m coming,” I say to my best friend who has a smirk etched onto her face as her gaze flickers between the male and myself. Sarah bounds off into the sea of people once more, giving me a moment to lean up and graze my lips against the stubble on Shane’s jaw. “Later?”
The male grins; grabbing my chin and tilting my head up for one sweet, brief kiss that leaves me breathless. “Later.” His eyes are dark and we share a look that is full of unspeakable desire, I flash him a smile and he winks before I make my way through the crowd, leaving Carl’s best man on the dance floor with bruised lips and a stiff cock, my smile widens.