Page 79 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

“Well, like two and three-fourths.”

“Oh, three-fourths.I like that,” he told her, his voice low.“I like that a lot.”

“You do?”

He put his lips against her neck, brushing them over the sensitive skin and making her nipples tighten further.

“Ireallydo.For one, I love the idea that I get to make you hot and needy and wet and then stretch you out in a way you haven’t been in a long time,” he said roughly against her ear.

She let out a little moan at that, shifting her legs on the sheets again, urging him to move his hand more to the middle.

He didn’t.But he dragged his mouth along her jaw to her mouth and said, “And hey, that long period of time makes it a little easier to make you forget about any man before me.”He kissed her long and deep.When he lifted his head he said, “Not that I was really worried about that.”

A little niggle in the back of Tori’s mind told her to be careful here.He was going to ruin her for other men.Not just because he was, well,him.But because he seemed intent on the mission.

Of course, that niggle was nothing compared to the rest of her brain and every inch of her body below her brain yelling,Yes!Do that!Do it all!

“Hey, Josh?”she finally said, her voice breathless.

“Yes, Tori?”

“I’m thinking about Anthony and his love for dogs and horses and his heroic rescue of a bald eagle during our last year of vet school right now.”

Josh pulled back and looked down at her.“Is that right?”

“Yeah.So you might want to get to work here before I start thinking about Chad and his big—”

Josh took her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss and his hand ran down her hip, then up to cup her breast.Tori sighed happily as he ran his thumb over her nipple.That was more like it.She loved his hands on her and she loved, interestingly, the possessive streak he was showing.She liked him a little jealous.It was ridiculous, of course.He had no competition.But if it got him to quench this fire that was coursing through her bloodstream, then she’d use it.

He lifted his head to look down at her as he plucked and rolled her nipple.

“—TV,” she said, finishing her thought from before.

“He had a big TV?”

“Reallybig.”

Josh grinned down at her, then lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth, drawing on it hard, making her gasp and arch, before lifting his head and saying, “I’m very happy to show you how many inches a real man has.”

She giggled.“Sixty inches?”

He pressed his cock against her hip.“I’ve got eighty-four, baby.”

Honestly, was sex supposed to be this fun?She slid her hand up to the back of his head and into his hair.He seemed to love when she did that.“Show me everything you’ve got.”

He growled.“Gladly.”

His mouth went back to her nipple and his hand slid down over her belly.He stroked back and forth sending ripples of heat straight to her core.He flicked his tongue over her nipple as the pad of his middle finger brushed over her clit.She tightened her fingers against his head and lifted her hips as her eyes slid shut.

He moved to her other nipple as he pressed against her clit and made a lazy circle over the tight bud.

“You’re so sweet,” he told her huskily.“I’m guessing you taste pretty fucking sweet too.”

Her eyes flew open and she looked down at him as he slid down her body, dragging his lips over her ribs and stomach to the crease where her hip started.

“Oooh,” she said softly.“No one’s ever done that.”

He lifted a brow, his eyes hot.“Don’t lie just to make me happy, Tori.”

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