Accidental Surrogate for Alpha

Chapter 426

Chapter 426 – Under the Moon

Cora

After I dress, I surprise myself by feeling a little shy as I reach for the door to the bathroom to go back to the tiny bedroom where Roger’s waiting or me.

Because, I mean, it’s no secret why we’re here. And Roger’s not stupid – he probably figured out what I was doing when I went into the bathroom with a big white box.

But still – it’s always something, isn’t it? Anticipating what it might be like when the man you love sees you in your wedding dress for the first time. And as I think it, quite suddenly, I can’t wait.

I pull the bathroom door open and step back into the bedroom, my eyes instantly going to Roger, standing by the open doors to the beach, the ocean air lifting his hair lightly in the breeze.

And, as I knew they would be, his eyes are already on me. Because he was waiting. And my face bursts into a grin as his expression goes slack.

I feel it all down the bond, which is open to me right now. His awe, and his pride – his love, his desire, the overwhelming swell of pleasure that comes from seeing how beautiful he thinks I look right now on this night – in this dress

“Cora,” he says, the sound of my name rough as it works its way from his tight throat. But it’s the only word he can manage, lifting a hand to cover his mouth and shaking his head at me, just staring.

I turn a little so that I’m facing him completely, still smiling so hard my face might start aching if I keep this up for much longer.

“So, you like it?” I ask, twisting a little so that he can see more of the dress, see how the beadwork catches the light of the fire and makes the dress look incandescent in the glowing dark of this little bedroom.

stares at me for a moment before a little growl rumbles in his chest, his

hands over my body, feeling the intricacies of the dress for himself, as well as the contrast it presents to the bare skin of my back, my arms. He lowers his face to mine, kissing me softly as he traces his fingertips down the length

know what I want I can’t pick – do I want you close, so I can

around his waist. “I liked it too. Ella made me try on like, a thousand. But this

he sighs. “It’s just a shame that I’m going to have to rip it to shreds when I tear if off your body in like,

pull away, my hands defensively clutching the dress at my chest. “Roger!

the distance between us again, hungry. “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to help it. How did you

swatting at him. “And you will respect the

then I hesitate, blushing, because I myself now am on the verge of saying something

says, his mouth quirking up as he senses it.

and looking

anything for me I have no real intention of letting Roger be the boss of our lives, like Ella and Sinclair – his gentle fingers under my chin, turning my face up to him, persuade

up at my gorgeous mate, “I never had a mom with a wedding dress to hand down to me. And if we ever have

of frustration, or of annoyance, or anything like that. But simply because he can’t help it, because he, too, is a little undone at the sweetness of

the same thought: that we have so much life ahead of us, and so much joy, and neither of us can

to us, and to our future. It sweeps though me and I press myself close against him, my hands wrapped in

but as I realize the direction

asks, a little

moment. And then I look back up into his eyes.

asks, confused. “Cora, there’s nothing that says –

say, shaking my head, utterly convinced. “Please – I…I’m sure

really understanding but not caring much. He gives a quick shrug and then turns to the bed, yanking the duvet off the top and wrapping it into a ball. Then, he passes it to me. Confused, I take it, but as soon as I do Roger dips down, wrapping one arm around my back and using the

it, and I nod towards the beach, and the sea, and the sky

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