His mouth brushes mine again, harder this time, more insistent, deep, long kisses as his hand wraps around my waist. “We shouldn’t do this,” he says. “Probably not,” I agree, sliding my hand over his ribs, feeling the solidity of his body, warm and strong beside me. “But it is our wedding day. I say we give ourselves a pass.” He groans when I bite his bottom lip. “Just tonight.” “Just tonight,” I whisper as he yanks me closer and lines up our bodies.
