Page 17 of Casey's Hero

“He’s a grown-ass man. I’m sure he’s fine.” Jacob reached out and tugged a strand of Casey’s hair. “Meanwhile, we have the whole morning.” His hand slid down her back and around to encircle her hip, dragging her backward to lie beside him.

She kissed the side of his neck, not wanting to move from the bed. When Jacob cupped her breast in his palm, her core ignited. “We need to check on Hawk.”

“We will.” His lips found the hollow at the base of her neck and moved lower, over her collarbone to capture a peaked nipple between his teeth. “In a minute.”

Casey arched her back, wanting him to take more.

While his mouth teased her breast, his hand slipped over her belly and down to the tuft of hair over her sex.

She parted her legs and covered his hand with hers, urging him lower.

He obliged, dipping a finger into the slick entrance to her channel.

Casey moaned and lifted her hips to his gentle strokes.

His fingers slipped upward into her folds and swirled around the little knot of highly sensitive flesh, packed with all the right nerves to set her on fire.

She closed her eyes, and her breath hitched in her throat. “Yes,” she gasped. “There.”

He played with her for another minute. Then he lifted his hand.

“Wait,” she said, her eyes opening.

Jacob leaned up on his elbow. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not done yet.” To prove his point, he rolled on top of her and kissed his way from one breast to the other, then downward until he came to the juncture of her thighs.

Parting her folds, he thumbed her clit, dipped into her wetness and thumbed her again.

Casey forgot how to breathe, absolutely sure she couldn’t until he touched her there again.

He bent and flicked her with his tongue.

She sucked in a gasp.

Another flick sent her skyrocketing out of the stratosphere. Tingling turned to spasms as she rocked her hips to the rhythm of his tongue stroking her there. She climaxed, crying out his name, “Jacob!”

As she floated back to earth, he climbed up her body and captured her mouth in a crushing kiss.

Casey wrapped her arms around him and parted her legs, eager to have him inside her. “Your turn.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “We have a groom to locate.”

She frowned. “Surely, that could wait.”

Again, he shook his head, his hard cock nudging her entrance. “Nope. I’m out of the condoms I had in my wallet, and your bride is having a meltdown.”

“Sweet Jesus.” She inhaled deeply and released the breath. “Out of condoms. It’s a travesty.”

“Yes, indeed. And all the more reason to get up, get dressed and wake our groom.” He rolled out of the bed, smacked her bottom and grinned. “Get up.”

Casey pulled the sheet up over her head. “I can’t even bask in the afterglow?”

He yanked the sheet down. “Not when your bride is panicking.”

Casey’s lips twisted. “You’re right. Damn you.”

Already, Jacob was pulling on his jeans and slipping his feet into his shoes. “I’ll go down the hall and check on the groom.” He winked. “Maybe Hawk has a spare condom.”

“Good point.” A glimmer of hope made her smile. “I’ll just wait here.” She pointed to the key card he’d left on the nightstand. “Take his key in case he’s still passed out.”

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