I looked at him a bit amused. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to cash in a favor.”
Before I could ask him anymore, he was gone.
I didn’t have a watch. How the hell was I supposed to tell when it’d been three minutes? I started counting in my head, one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand….and made my way around the small room, smiling and hugging as I continued to count in my head. I was just hoping no one asked me anything, otherwise I’d lose count. I was up to eight-nine.
“Honey, where did Logan run off to?” my mother asked, breaking my concentration.
Crap.
“Oh, um…I don’t know. Probably to loosen up his tie, or check on the hotel room maybe?”
Had it been three minutes yet?
“Ah yes. We moved some of Maddie’s things into our suite for the night, so she’s all set. Are you two staying in the honeymoon suite?”
“Yes. I told Logan it wasn’t necessary. We already had a room…two actually. But he insisted, so I relented.”
“Well I’m sure it will be perfect.”
“Yes, it will be,” I said, just as I saw Logan dart his head in and search the room. His gaze settled on me and I knew my three minutes were up.
“I’ll be right back, Mom,” I said, not bothering to hear what she said after that. The look Logan had just given me was scorching and I had to hold myself back from running out of the room.
Without causing too much of a scene, and being sure I said hello to everyone as I passed, I made my way toward the exit. Just as I was about to make my disappearing act, I ran head first into a brick wall.
I heard a chuckle. “Looks like you’re ditching your own party, Big Sis,” Garrett said.
I blushed and bit my lip, glancing around in hopes no one had noticed.
“I was just going to….” I stumbled on my words, trying to think up an excuse.
Garrett gave me a knowing grin, his green eyes glowing with mischief. A perfect match set to my own. It was something we’d both inherited from my mother.
“It’s cool, Clare. I don’t want to know,” he said, shaking his head and holding up his hands in defeat.
“I’m happy for you, Sis. You deserve it.”
“Thank you Garrett. That means a lot. Maybe we’ll be doing the same thing at your wedding a few years from now? I promise I’ll let you go quietly into the hallway, too,” I joked.
His eyes went glassy and he turned away.
“Yeah, maybe.”
He gave me another quick hug and told me to make my getaway while I still could. I ducked into the hallway and was immediately grabbed around the waist and pushed against the wall.
“It’s been more than three minutes,” Logan growled.
“I don’t have a watch,” I answered, holding up my wrist which only had a small strand of pearls circling it.
“Come on,” he said, taking my hand in his and pulling me towards a closed door down the hall.
“Where are we going?”
We reached the door, and he quietly opened it and we ducked inside. It was the grand ballroom, dark and unused, since Logan had rented out the entire hotel.
“I can’t wait another minute, Clare. I need to have my hands on you. Seeing you in that dress…knowing that you’re finally my wife. It’s driving me insane.”
He lifted me up and set me down on one of the round tables that were scattered around the room.
“What if someone comes in here?” I asked, biting my lip and totally loving the idea of doing something naughty.
“Believe me, no one’s coming in here. Colin’s making sure of that.”
My eyes widened. “You don’t mean he’s out there,” I said, pointing to the door, “standing watch?”
“What? No! Do you think I’d let that horn dog anywhere near here? He’s paying off the staff.”
“Oh,” I said, smiling. “Well, how exactly are you going to get me out of this dress without me looking like a train wreck when we go back in?”
He flashed me a wolfish grin. “Who said I was going to take off the dress? I am definitely keeping the dress on. For now.”
He stood between my legs and pulled me close, leaning down to kiss my lips. He was gentle at first, but became more urgent and heated. He fisted my hair and slanted my head so he could deepen the kiss. Moving down my neck, he kissed my collarbone and shoulder.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
I did as I was told, and leaned back until my back hit the table top. His hands flitted down my curves, over my hips until he knelt and they found the hem of my dress. He lifted it and examined my champagne high heels.
“Nice.” His eyes traveled to my legs. “Are these the stockings I bought for you?” he asked, his eyes quickly traveling up to meet mine in question.
“Yes,” I answered.
He wrapped his fingers around my ankles and slowly started sliding his hands up until the found my hip and the lace top of the stockings where the blue garter was.
Logan stood, pushing my skirt up as he did.
“Christ. That’s got to be the best money I’ve ever spent.”
“And you haven’t even seen all of it yet,” I reminded him.
“Don’t tempt me Clare. We need to keep you presentable for the family,” he grinned.
Running his hands up my thighs, he paused. “I was just going to make you come because we don’t have a lot of time. But seeing you like this, all spread out before me like a f**king platter? Now all I want to do is bury myself in you.”
I pushed up to my elbows and gave him a challenging look.
“Then what’s stopping you?”
He growled and suddenly I was in the air. My legs wrapped around his waist seconds before he pushed us against the wall opposite of where we’d come in.
My skirt was gathered around my hips, and I heard the telltale sound of Logan’s zipper and belt. All my insides went tight in anticipation as his hand slid up my thigh to push aside my lacy blue thong.
“We’re going to consummate our marriage in an empty ballroom, standing against a wall, with our family down the hall. You okay with that?”
I could feel him hard and ready against me, waiting for my answer.
“Yes, Logan. God, yes,” I managed to say as he plunged into my slick core.
I muffled my cries and moans against his shoulder as he pumped in and out, filling me completely with every stroke.
“I love you. So f**king much,” he said roughly, slamming into my body harder. I could feel the orgasm building in my belly, swirly and twirling in my body like a tornado. His eyes focused on mine and he must have seen it in my eyes, because he took my mouth seconds before I cried out my orgasm, muting the sounds with our kiss.