Page 77 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

“Ditto,” he said roughly.

“And I want you.So much.”

“Girl—” He cleared his throat.“That is absolutely mutual too.But we don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

His fingers tightened around her hand and he pulled in a breath.“Be sure,” he said firmly.

Every single thing he said seemed to send pulses of need to her nipples, gut, and between her legs.She wanted him.He was such a great guy.He sincerely liked her.He made her feel smart and sweet and sexy.

Plus he was easily the hottest guy she’d ever been this close to outside of a barn.

Okay, even inside of a barn.

Yeah, she definitely wanted him.This.Now.Right now.

Tori shifted closer, pushing him to his back, and then swinging her leg over to straddle his lap.He was, as suspected, wearing only underwear, and his erection was hard and hot andbigpressing against the crotch of her panties.“I’m so sure,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.

He groaned again, and one hand went to her hip while the other cupped the back of her head.He immediately took the kiss into deep and wet territory.His tongue stroked hers and her clit pulsed as if he was stroking it.

She followed his lead on the kissing, but her hands roamed his chest, shoulders, and abs.The hard muscles and hot skin made her want all of it against all ofher.

Josh’s hand slid from her hip to her ass, squeezing and pressing her down against his hard cock.

“Not fair,” he said gruffly against her mouth.“These arenotpajamas.”

“Best I could do,” she said breathlessly.

“You forgot your pajamas?Can’t say I’m sorry about that.”

“No, I usually sleep naked.”

He groaned and his fingers curled into her ass.“That’s awesome.”

“Makes middle of the night calls to deliver colts and calves a little complicated,” she said, lifting her head to look down at him.“But I haven’t totally forgotten to get dressed yet.”

He laughed.“And this way you won’t mind at all that I won’t let you get re-dressed again after.”

“After?”she teased.

“After I run my hands and tongue all over you and make you come so hard you couldn’t get dressed again if you tried.”

Her eyes widened and her heart raced at the deep, gruff, totally sincere words.“I don’t think I would mind you not letting me get re-dressed afterthateven if I didn’t usually sleep naked.”

Suddenly Josh rolled her to her back, bracing himself above her on one elbow, his other hand still on her ass.“Last chance to say no.”

She knew that wasn’t true.She could stop him at any point.He might be disappointed but he’d nevernotstop.She loved that she could be so sure of him.“I love Louisiana,” she said.“I’ve got to fully immerse myself in this experience and sampleeverythingthis great state has to offer.”

He grinned down at her.“Iowa,” he said.

“What about it?”

“This moment might be the last time you can remember that word.”

She laughed, but it was quickly cut short by Josh shifting, and his big, slightly roughened hands gliding up her sides, taking her tank top up and over her head.

And just like that she was wearing only panties in a big bed on a Southern plantation with a guy who drawled, “Holy fucking shit, Tori,” when he looked down at her.

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