Gasping, I watched the way his hand curved against the sleek column of his own throat. The ring really was ridiculously pretty, dainty on his slim fingers, and I groaned, my hips stuttering briefly out of rhythm.

When he leaned forward, I wrapped both arms around his back, bringing him close, our bodies able to do little more than grind together. "I don't think we could..." I panted, grinning against his cheek. "... get anyone in to officiate right now."