Blame it on the Champagne (Blame it on the Alcohol #1) - Fiona Cole Page 0,68
laugh and blushed. Had Nico been watching only me? I forced myself to look at the girls, afraid to find a denial if I gave the comment too much attention.
Raelynn smacked Nova’s ass and returned the kiss. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Sure am.” She turned us to face Nico. “Where to, sir?”
He took us in. Two overly drunk girls hanging on a slightly less drunk girl. He lingered on me, and I held my breath, waiting for him to deny Nova’s accusation. Instead, he shook his head, huffing a laugh. “I’ve got my car with the valet, and my driver is around the corner. I figured I’d take Vera home, and you two could go with Xavier.”
With a nod, Nova led us past him to the door. More cheek kisses, ass slaps, and hugs commenced before Nova finally managed to pull Raelynn into the backseat, leaving me to collapse into Nico’s car.
The buttery soft leather and heated seats cradled my heavy body. I wanted to stay awake. I wanted to see if he’d say anything else about what he overheard. I wanted to watch his profile in the flash of the city lights shining through the windows as we drove past. Instead, the hum of the engine lulled me to sleep.
I jerked awake when two strong arms slipped under my back and thighs and hefted me against an even warmer chest.
“Shit,” I slurred. “I can walk.”
He didn’t bother responding. Especially when, despite my objections to being carried, I still wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder.
Everywhere he touched, I burned like fire. It spread from his fingers, digging into my ribs, up my chest, and down to my core. I followed the path of the heat through my limbs, becoming both more relaxed and tense with need all at once.
The world swayed when he stepped from the elevator and walked down the dimly lit hallway to our front door.
Our.
Maybe it was the seven shots of tequila or earlier champagne with dinner, but somewhere through the night, calling his home our home settled a broken, floating piece about our upcoming marriage.
“Can you stand?”
“Yup.”
He shook his head when I popped my p, but I caught his smile before he turned to unlock the door.
He held the door open, and I stumbled through, heading down the hall to our bedroom. He followed behind, picking up my carelessly dropped items. My shoes. My purse. My sash. My tiara.
“Should I expect this sash and tiara at the wedding?” he joked, laying it on the dresser.
“Maybe. I think the hot pink glitter might go well with our cream peonies. Think we could add a new color scheme last minute?”
He snorted, watching me undo my pants.
Shit.
Realizing I was undressing in front of him, I turned to head to the closet. All while still trying to get my pants off.
Halfway there, I focused too much on getting my hands under the waistband of my leather pants and stumbled over nothing.
Rough hands spanned across my ribs, keeping me from face-planting.
“Are you okay?”
My body shook. Laughter started in my chest and slowly worked its way free. He turned me around and pushed my once perfectly curled hair, but now a sweaty, tangled mess, from my face, even taking care to pluck the few strands from my eyelashes.
“Oh, my god. I’m just going to live in these pants now. There’s no way I’m getting them off,” I claimed through peals of laughter.
“I’d suggest baby powder and lotion, but then it might turn into a paste.”
My jaw dropped. “You watch Friends,” I squealed in excitement.
I realized the pitch I’d reached when his eyes widened before he exaggeratedly winced and rubbed at his ears.
“Oh, shut up,” I said, shoving his hard shoulder.
Of course, having much more mass and a better center of gravity than me, he stood still, and I stumbled back. He gripped my waist again, and I went back to laughing.
“How much did you have to drink?”
“A lot. We kind of started at Raelynn’s place when we were getting ready.”
“At four?”
“We at least waited until five.”
“It’s two-thirty now.”
“Damn. I’m kind of impressed I’m still standing.”
“Well, I am holding you up.”
“Very true.” I tapped his chest and nodded like he’d imparted some epic knowledge.
I sighed, my shoulders dropping as the adrenaline of the night left my body with each passing second. I eyed my leather pants, remembering thinking they were the best idea ever and now wanting to just cut them off.