He catches my wrist before I make it very far. “You’ve disobeyed me.” The hell I have. I throw my hands up. “Not funny, Trey.” “Am I laughing?” Yes, he is with his eyes. They’re light and filled with humor and lust. Trey starts pulling my sundress up, and my breath catches when he grazes his knuckles across my panties. Arching his brow, he growls, “I said no panties.” “We’re having a wedding down there!” “I don’t give a fuck if it’s the second coming of Jesus down there. I said no panties.”
