The King's Convenient Bride by Michelle Celmer

Author:Michelle Celmer [Celmer, Michelle]
Format: epub
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2008-06-08T16:00:00+00:00

Eight

P hillip knocked on the door to her suite at exactly 6:45 p.m., just as he’d promised last night before she left his room.

When she opened the door and he stepped into her sitting room, she breathed a soft sigh of appreciation. As always, he looked perfect. Dark wool slacks that fit him just right, a long-sleeved, cashmere pullover sweater the same rich, smoky gray as his eyes, topped with a stately jacket. “I’m just about ready,” she told him.

He eyed her with obvious appreciation. “You look beautiful.”

The compliment, the way his eyes swept so leisurely over her, left her feeling warm and fuzzy. The extra time she’d taken to blow her hair out smooth and straight, the care she had taken on her makeup, and her choice of dress—a red, clingy number that was sexy, without being too flashy or risqué—had been worth the effort.

“I’d have been ready sooner,” she told him, “but my meeting with the wedding planner ran longer than I anticipated.”

“No rush,” he said. “I doubt she’ll start without us.”

Still, she hated to be late for anything. “I just have to grab my shoes and a sweater.”

She scurried into her room to her closet. She yanked her cardigan from the hanger and grabbed a pair of sling-back, marginally sexy heels from the top shelf. Her totally impractical, just-for-fun shoes.

“How are the wedding plans going?” he called from the sitting room. And because she was sure he was only asking to be polite, she didn’t embellish. The important thing was that he was making an effort.

“Very well,” she called back, tugging the shoes on her feet. “Did you have a productive day?”

“Not really.”

His voice was close. She turned and saw that he was leaning in the bedroom doorway, watching her.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look?”

“I believe you did.”

He was wearing that hungry, I’m-going-to-eat-you-alive expression. Like the one he wore last night. And when she remembered what it felt like to touch him, to put her hands on his bare skin, she started to get a funny tickle in the pit of her stomach.

Exactly one more week until the wedding. This time next Friday, they would be legally married and probably at their reception. And after that, either his or her bedroom….

This week couldn’t go by fast enough.

“I’m ready,” she said.

“There’s a car waiting.” He stepped aside so she could exit the bedroom, but as she was walking past, he curled a hand around her upper arm, tugged her to him and kissed her. A deep, toe-curling, out-of-this-world kiss that she felt from her toes to her scalp and everywhere along the way. And it was over way too fast.

“What was that for?”

He grinned down at her. “Do I need a reason?”

Heck no.

But if he kept doing stuff like that, looking at her like a hungry wolf, this was going to be the longest week of her life.

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