Chapter THIRTEEN ELLIE

My nerves went off the charts as I stood before my new husband in the naughty bit of silk and lace Meredith had given me as a wedding gift.

I couldn’t wear a bra beneath my dress. It had built-in cups. But the black lace thong and garter belt, complete with silk, thigh high stockings were something else.

I’d been worried they’d dig into my thick thighs or roll down halfway. But these seemed made for women like me.

Bigger women with meat on their bones.

I’d worried maybe this was too much. Like maybe it was foolish to assume he wanted to have sex with me on our wedding night.

Even though he already told me he did want that.

He wanted me.

I could see it in his stormy gaze. Appreciation for my curves, lust glittering in his irises.

I just couldn’t wrap my head around it.

I mean why would someone as sinfully sexy as Andres Ramirez want me? Almost every time I’d seen him, I’d been frumpy.

What mother of a preschool aged son wouldn’t be?