Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

“Alright, baby,” he rumbled. The low timbre of his voice sent shivers through me. That so did not help my current state. I gulped down several large breaths to try to get some control over myself. Luckily, Knox slid out of the booth, and while he gently tugged me up after him, the empty space between us allowed me to think a little more clearly.

I just needed to wait a little longer. A wedding meant a wedding night. I shook my head and tried to focus on anything else. I couldn’t think about that right now or I’d probably melt into a puddle of need. Knox wove our fingers together and led me out of the restaurant. I silently followed, my attention on his very fine ass. When he stopped, I almost rammed right into him but caught myself at the last moment. He guided me around to stand in front of him, then released my hand and gently pushed me toward a store in the hotel lobby.

“What are we doing here?” I asked, my brow furrowing. Things were a little fuzzy, but I was pretty sure this wasn’t the chapel.

“You need a dress, baby.”

“Oh! Good point.” My insides went all soft and gooey that this big, strong man would think of something like my needing a wedding dress. I threw him a bright smile and sauntered into the store, making sure to put a little extra sway in my hips. For which I was rewarded with a low growl and a muttered curse. Good. I was glad to know I wasn’t the only one having a hard time keeping my hands to myself.

I supposed it shouldn’t have surprised me to find a store that carried formals and wedding dresses inside a Vegas hotel. The clerk handed me a glass of champagne, and I downed it immediately and held it out for a refill. Was I really doing this? My core pulsed, and my heart skipped a beat. Yup. This was totally happening.

Thumbing through a rack at the back of the store, I debated on what style to go with. Super revealing and sexy so that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. And perhaps see a little more of that possessive beast that was so damn hot.

Or something sweet and virginal since my parents and family would eventually see the pictures. And...well...I was actually a virgin.

Then I spotted the perfect dress with a mixture of both; somewhat demure but also incredibly sexy. The top was made of lace appliques, leaving peeks of skin here and there. It had cap sleeves, and the front was split, creating a deep, plunging V that went all the way to the waist. The two sides were held together with sheer, nude-colored fabric. The skirt was made of layers of tulle and looked quite innocent until I took a few steps, then my legs peeked out from the two, almost waist-high, slits. As I studied myself in a mirror, a wicked grin curved my lips. I couldn’t wait to see Knox’s reaction.

I picked out some incredible sky-high glittery heels, but when I tried them on, I almost killed myself trying to keep my balance. That third glass of champagne the saleswoman had handed me probably hadn’t been the best idea. I shrugged and went with some equally as gorgeous shoes that were a couple of inches shorter and had a chunkier heel.

Since I wanted his first glimpse of the dress to be when I was walking down the aisle, I had the clerk bag it up. Then I started to prance from the store but stopped and giggled when my head started spinning. Ooops, I was clearly a little bit tipsy! I giggled again and tried to walk a little more sedately. Knox was waiting for me in the lobby, wearing a black suit that looked as though it had been made just for him. It was similar to the one he’d been wearing when we met, but this one had a matching vest and he had a silver tie tucked into it. Plus, he’d switched out his shoes for shiny dress shoes. “Wow!” I breathed. “My fiancé cleans up goooood.”

Knox grinned, and I would swear his chest puffed up a little. His eyes did a sweep of me and he frowned until he caught sight of the bag in my hand. He seemed to understand right away and simply held out his hand for me to take once more. We walked to a door marked “Employees Only,” and he swiped a card, waiting for the light to blink green before opening it and gesturing for me to enter first. It was a long hallway, bare except for the maroon carpet on the floor and several doors. I wasn’t sure how many doors we passed since the stark white walls made me a little woozy.