My Super-Hot Fake Wedding Date

nbsp; She bit her lip. “Do you know that Josie and I call you the Italian Stallion?”

I chuckled. “I thought I heard something like that.”

Maddy wasn’t laughing, though. “I’m afraid to be with you.”

I froze. “Do you mean, you’re afraid to have me in your house?”

She threw a decorative pillow at me. “No silly. I mean be with you. You know.”

“But Mads—we already had pretty good fake sex. This can’t possibly be more embarrassing than that, unless Pryce is hiding behind one of your plants.”

“He’s not, thank goodness. But I am embarrassed.” Her cheeks turned pink. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve been with someone. I don’t know what I’m doing, and here you are, a big, hot stud.”

“I can’t believe you just called me a stud.”

She laughed, then stopped short. “But you are. And I’m a born-again virgin.”

Madison. I reached out and held her hand. “First of all, we do not have to do anything until you’re ready. I can sleep over tonight if you want, or I can go home, sleep on the couch, sleep on your floor—”

“I want you with me in my bed,” she said immediately.

“Then that’s where I’ll be. But if we’re doing this every night for forever, there is literally no rush.”

She leaned forward, lips parted, staring at me. “Oh, there’s a rush all right, big boy. I’m just worried I’m going to screw it up.”

I traced her jawline with my thumb. “There’s no way you can screw it up. You’re the hottest person I’ve ever met. You can teach me what you like, and I’ll teach you, an we’ll learn together. I have a feeling you’re a pretty good student, Harvard.”

She arched an eyebrow. “High honors, babe.”

I sank my hands into her hair and looked into her eyes. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, or nervous, or want to take a moment, just tell me. There’s no wrong answer and no wrong way to do this—it’s just you and me.”

“I will. I promise.”

I grinned at her and waited a second before kissing her again, my gaze greedily raking over her.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m memorizing your face so I don’t ever forget it.”

“You don’t have to.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing mine. “You’re going to see it every day for the rest of your life.”

Madison rolled back onto her side of the bed, breathing hard. “Can we do that again?”

I laughed, then winced because my muscles were so sore. “Of course we can. But maybe not right this second.’

She rolled toward me, grinning. “Does the Italian Stallion need a rest?”

“No.” I looked down at myself. “Maybe.”

She gently kissed my arm. “It’s okay to need a little break. We haven’t left the house in forty-eight hours.”

I chuckled. “We haven’t left the bed in forty-eight hours!”

Maddy sighed happily and snuggled against me. “I know, right? I can’t believe I was nervous. I am so good at this.” She laughed.

“I knew you would be. You’re a natural.”

“There’s one thing we haven’t covered yet…”