Tessa snorted. “Your voice doesn’t come from here.” She touched his mouth. “It comes from here.” She touched his heart. “And here.” She touched his temple. “And maybe a little bit from here.” She took her hand from his under the table and trailed her fingers up his thigh and to his cock. Then she squeezed the already-erect member with her fingers, smiling sweetly at him at the same time.
“You’ll pay later, woman,” Micah warned her.
“Oh, I hope so,” she replied, slowly taking her hand away from his groin and joining their fingers together again.
“I think it’s time to find our honeymoon suite.”
Tessa chuckled. “We haven’t even eaten yet.”
Payback!
He shot her a hungry look that had nothing to do with food and everything to do with making her his dinner as he said, “I’ll eat what I want in the suite.”
He tore his eyes away to look across the table, and he squeezed her hand as Randi stood and tapped her spoon on her champagne glass, asking for silence.
Tessa found it amusing that for her, everything was already dead quiet.
She watched as Randi straightened her dress, then looked directly at Tessa as she spoke and signed her words. “Evan and Julian don’t want to speak, so I’m doing the newlywed toast. Tessa and I have known each other since we were kids. Because she was so dedicated to figure skating, she didn’t have a normal childhood or adolescence. I’ve watched her triumphs and then her heartache, something she took with more courage than I think I would have if I were her. She’s resilient, talented, and she deserves every bit of happiness she has right now with Micah. I was always happy to have her back, and always grateful to have her stand behind me when I needed her. So here’s to one of the kindest, most faithful friends I’ve ever known. Here’s to Tessa and Micah. We all wish you as much happiness as we’ve found.” Randi reached down for Evan’s hand, then picked up and raised her glass as everyone else did the same.
Julian stood. “To Micah and Tessa. I love you both, bro, or there’s no way I’d have flown here before I had to fly away to another damn movie shoot.” He lifted his glass and drained it as everyone else sipped from their glasses.
Kristin grabbed the edge of Julian’s tuxedo jacket and jerked him back into his seat.
Tessa stood and walked around the table to Randi, giving her a huge hug for her sweet words before returning to her seat.
“What’s wrong with Julian? He doesn’t look happy,” she asked Micah as she sat back down. “And why are he and Kristin having words again? Why does he dislike her so much?”
Tessa wasn’t close enough to see what they were saying, but she could tell from the irritated expressions on Julian’s and Kristin’s faces that whatever they were saying wasn’t pleasant.
“I have no idea,” Micah answered. “But I don’t think he exactly dislikes her. Just the opposite, I suspect.”
Tessa’s eyes left Micah’s face and she looked at Julian and Kristin again. Granted, Beatrice had given them the stones, but surely that wasn’t going to happen if they disliked each other so much . . .
Micah put a hand on her arm. “Don’t worry about them. They’ll figure it out. Besides, Julian’s on my shit list right now. He told me that he was the one who informed the Fund where to find you. It seems that he recognized you the first time he saw you. In his defense, he didn’t know that you didn’t skate anymore, and he thought he was doing a good thing for both you and the Sinclair Fund. But I’d still like to kick his ass for outing your location.”
“He recognized me?” That surprised Tessa. “I’m not angry at him. I’m glad. I owe him. That invitation led to a lot of good things for me,” she told Micah with a sultry smile.
He nodded toward the plates being placed in front of them. “Our dinner is here. Eat well. I might not let you out of our suite for a while.”
All it took was that single comment for Tessa to be unable to clear her mind of sensual images all through dinner, and then again during the wedding cake.
She laughed as Homer stuck his head out from under the table, reminding her that he was there as she ate her cake. Her furry friend had a sweet tooth, and she snuck him a bite of the cake, sticking her hand under the table as the canine quickly devoured the sweet treat and licked her fingers.
Watching as Homer moved from her side and situated himself between her and Micah, she saw her new husband do exactly the same thing she’d done, except he’d slipped her dog nearly an entire piece of the sugary treat.
No matter how much Micah tried to play the tough guy, his heart would never be hard. He was a guy who had as many facets as the beautiful diamond on her finger, every one of them special, every one part of him. Combined, they made up the man that Micah was now, and she loved every one of those sides of the man she’d married.
He nudged her and she looked up at him as she dropped her fork on her empty plate.
Tilting her chin, he said, “Everybody wants a kiss.”
Looking around, Tessa could see everybody tapping their spoons on their water glasses, demanding that Micah kiss his new bride.
The feel of his warm breath on her face, and the hot, sexy scent he gave off as he stroked her chin, made her lean closer to him. “I never did like to disappoint an audience,” she murmured.
“I don’t care about everybody else. Kiss me,” he demanded.
His arrogant, bossy side was hard to resist, so she didn’t even bother.