The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal (Billionaire Bachelors #4)(38)

She’d been excused from work, as she was busy day and night for the wedding, and she didn’t see Trenton alone, not even once. She spotted him here and there but always from a distance. The looks he sent her caught her on fire, though. He seemed just as hungry for her as she was for him and she had a feeling their wedding night was going to be explosive.

She was measured, waxed, plucked and put through every beauty treatment she could ever possibly imagine, and before she knew it, her wedding day was there. She told everyone repeatedly she didn’t want a large wedding but no one listened.

She stared at herself in the full length mirror, in one of the guest rooms, at the ranch and could barely recognize herself. She loved her dress, all white, poufy and filled with beads and lace. It was a dream dress and she couldn’t bemoan the gown in any way. Her hair was swept off of her neck, held in place by clips, beads and a sparkling tiara. Her make-up had been applied by an expert and she felt beautiful.

“Aunt Jennifer, is it time?” Molly, who looked like a miniature version of herself, asked.

“I think so, beautiful,” she said, causing Molly to giggle.

“I’m a princess,” Molly said and spun in a circle. She looked like a little princess in her white dress and tiara. She looked so beautiful it made Jennifer’s throat ache for her sister who would never get to see her child grow. Sometimes the world was a cruel place and she vowed to never let her sister’s memory fade. Molly would know her well.

“Yes, you’re the prettiest princess in the land,” Jennifer told her, which caused her to giggle more. There was a knock on the door and George stepped in.

“You’re both stunning creatures,” he said and Molly beamed at him.

“Thank you,” Jennifer said shyly. She’d grown fond of George. He was a wonderful man, and she was grateful to be a part of his life.

“I’d be honored to walk you down the aisle, since your father couldn’t be here,” he offered, causing her eyes to fill up, again. He was such a gentle and kind man and she hated he didn’t know the real reason for the marriage.

“I would be the one honored,” she replied. He handed over a tissue and she got herself composed again, before stepping out the doorway. The wedding went by in a blur and before Jennifer knew what was happening, the preacher was pronouncing them man and wife.

“…man and wife, you may now kiss the bride,” he said and Trenton didn’t waste any time. He pulled her into his arms, which wasn’t an easy task, considering the yards of fabric separating them, and took her mouth in a passionate kiss. She found herself greedily sipping from his lips and wishing they were alone. He hadn’t so much as touched her once since the night after the Christmas party, and she reacted to him like she was starving.

“Okay, you have plenty of time for that, later,” someone yelled from the crowd, making Jennifer’s face heat up, so she really did look like a blushing bride. Trenton, on the other hand, turned toward the crowd with a triumphant expression, causing much laughter.

“I can’t wait to get you alone,” Trenton whispered, making her face stay in a constant state of redness. He led her down the aisle and she was overwhelmed when they stepped outside.

The area had been transformed, with a huge tent set up with heaters, a dance floor, and waiters carting food and drinks, plus a full band. It was amazing how much the family had accomplished on such short notice.

As soon as they stepped onto the dance floor, the band started a slow song and Trenton pulled her into his arms and the rest of the world melted away. She didn’t know how long she swayed around the dance floor in his arms, but she could have done it the entire night.

“It’s time to cut the cake,” George announced and they did all the obligatory things a new groom and bride does. She danced with a few other people, but Trenton always seemed to find her quickly and take her back for himself. It made her feel wanted and like it was a real wedding, after all. She was nervous about their wedding night, though, as she didn’t know how she was supposed to behave.

She knew they certainly had chemistry and being in bed together wasn’t going to be a problem, but it was all those little things she was unsure about. Did she kiss him when she felt like it, or touch him casually? Did she meet him at the door after work? She didn’t know how he was expecting her to behave. What really shocked her was she wanted to greet him at the door with a smile and kiss and she wanted to wrap herself in his arms and not just for lovemaking. She was completely in love with him, where he was just in lust with her.

That last thought scared her more than anything, because lust would eventually fade and she was terrified he’d grow tired of her. At least by that point Molly would be safely adopted by her and she’d always have the memories to look back on.

“I want to leave, now,” Trenton whispered. She nodded her head, wanting to be alone as well. Molly was staying the next several days with Emily and Mark, so she could have a real honeymoon and she had the feeling she’d have nothing to worry about during that time as they most likely wouldn’t even leave their bed, let alone their room.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said as he whisked her down the aisle with people yelling out to them and throwing birdseed. She fell in a heap into the back of a huge limo, full of laughter as she turned in his direction. Her breath caught in her throat at what a stunning sight he was. His tie was loosened, along with the top few buttons of his dress shirt, and she found herself itching to reach up and feel the gloriously smooth skin of his chest. She wanted to finish unbuttoning the shirt.