Lilli stumbled a few times on the stairs, turning around to glare at me when I laughed. Phoebe pulled her along into the bedroom.
"Hurry up! Get in the shower qui—" The slamming of the door cut off Phoebe’s rant.
Shaking my head, I continued to watch TV.
Around two o’clock, I made a move to get ready. By three thirty, I was downstairs drinking bourbon and pacing impatiently in a tux. James had already called me three times, informing me of how I was slacking in my Best Man duties. I assured him I would meet him and the rest of the wedding party by four thirty after taking Lilli over to Viola and Liam’s.
When a door opened, I looked up to see Phoebe bounding down the stairs. She smiled at me, grabbed the bourbon out of my hand and finished it. Placing the glass on a nearby table she spoke.
"You shouldn’t be drinking before you have to drive. Plus, you’ll want to be completely sober when you see her." She giggled and then breezed out the front door.
"Lil-li," I started to yell for her to hurry but froze when I saw her at the top of the steps.
"Calm down," she rolled her eyes. "I’m coming." She started down the steps. All I saw was legs.
From the flesh toned heels, up her creamy perfectly toned silky legs, my eyes drank her in. Exposed to mid-thigh, dark blue material rose up over her curves, to her collarbone. The flawless creamy skin of her shoulders and arms were bare. She looked stunning. My masturbation material just went up about a hundred notches.
"Hellllooo…Aidan?" Lilli waved a hand in front of my face, clearly trying not to laugh.
"Huh?" was my brilliant response.
"Are you ready to go, Mr. Impatience?" She grinned.
"Uh…" I looked her over again "Yeah." I collected my thoughts. "You look…nice."
Nice? She looks like I want to lick her from ankle to nose with only a few stops along the way.
"Uh…yeah…thanks," she blushed. "Phoebe did it." She crinkled her nose a little and smiled.
There was an awkward silence. I swallowed hard. "Okay, well, let’s go."
In the car, her dress rode up exposing more of her thighs. I began rethinking dropping her off with my aunt and uncle.
Did I really want her walking in alone looking like this?
The only thing calming me was that she will be with Viola. I did a double check of her left hand. She wore the ring, my ring. Tonight, everyone would know she was off limits and that it was me she belonged.
"So, you’re sure you’re okay with going over with Viola and—?"
"It’s fine, don’t worry about it." She smiled at me, and then went back to looking straight ahead.
"I’ll be with you at the reception. We’re not sitting as a bridal party but at family tables. So…"
"Aidan its fine, you don’t have to explain to me." She shrugged.
We pulled up to Viola and Liam’s home.
"Wait!" Grabbing her thigh, her eyes shot to my hand.
Did she feel it too, this intense need? I let me hand linger too long.
"Stay here." Collecting myself, I went around the car, opened the door and helped her out. "You need to get used to that."
"Uh…okay," she furrowed her brow.
The front door opened before we got up the stone stairs. Mrs. Summers, Viola’s house keeper, stood with a large smile on her face.
"Good evening, Mr. Iverson," she nodded. "Ms. Snowe." She smiled.
Lilli smiled back warmly.
"Lilli, I’ll see you at the church, okay?" She nodded and entered the house. "Lilli," I blurted.
She turned around, brows drawn in confusion. "Yeah?"
Stepping up close to her, her body tensed. I pressed my lips to hers. Savoring the taste of her lips for only a minute, I pulled back. Eyes still closed, she swayed toward me. Oh yeah, she feels it too. With a self-satisfied smile, I walked back to my car. My lips prickled with the lingering heat of her mouth all the way to the church.
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Lilli
What the heck was that? Tingling danced over my lips.
"Lilli, dear," I snapped around quickly to see Viola coming downstairs in all her glory. She radiated classic beauty. She was in a classic floor length black dress that had a boat neck style collar and was sleeveless. The dress had a thick cumber ban style waist that showcased her 1940’s starlet curves. Her caramel hair was in finger waves that rested on her shoulder. "You look lovely dear," she smiled widely. "Aidan must have been struggling to leave you tonight." She lightly giggled.
"I’m sure he’ll be fine." Forcing a smile, I tried to play off the left over feelings brought on by Aidan's kiss.
"Hey, Lilli." Maggie called out as she descended the stairs, dressed in what I was learning was typical Maggie fashion.
Geez, I need to get her and Phoebe together.
Maggie was Phoebe's living dress up doll wet dream, prancing down the stairs in a strapless silver dress with black lace overlay. The hem of the dress whispered over her knees with a full puffy skirt. Accentuating her tiny waist, a black belt with large black rose hugged her. Black lace gloves and black platform shoes were her perfect accessories.