Page 85 of The Wedding Wrecker

"Me?" I gasped as his teeth grazed my earlobe before he planted a warm, perfect kiss there. "You're the one who's dangerous."

"I can hardly hold back," He breathed between his teeth. His hands slid up my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. "I've been thinking about this since that wine cellar in Ireland."

"Really?" Something warm bloomed in my chest at his admission.

He lifted his head to meet my eyes, his expression suddenly serious. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about you. About making you fall apart under my hands, my mouth..." He pushed his hips into me, making me gasp. "About being inside you."

"James..." I arched as his mouth found my breast, his tongue a warm jolt of ecstasy against my nipple. "Please..."

"Please what, beautiful?" He finished by kissing his way up from my breast to my neck, then lifted his eyes to meet mine. "Tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you want, because all I want is to give it to you. Every. Fucking. Detail,” he said, punctuating each whispered word with a scorching kiss.

"You," I breathed, "just you. All of you."

His eyes darkened. "Say that again."

"I want you." I pulled him down for a kiss that was all heat and need. "I've always wanted you."

He groaned into my mouth, his hands everywhere at once. When he finally got us both naked and slid a condom on, I couldn't help staring. He was gorgeous—all hard muscle and smooth skin that I wanted to taste.

And for once, I didn’t hold back. I sat up, hooking my arms behind him as I kissed my way down his chest, scooting to my knees so I could reach everything.

His breath hitched as I moved lower. "Emma..."

"Hmm?"

"If you keep that up, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."

I smiled against his skin. "Maybe I want to see you lose control."

He caught my chin, tilting my face up before I could take him in my mouth. "Later. Right now, I need to be inside you."

The raw honesty in his voice made me shiver. "Yes. Please, yes."

He took his time, touching and tasting until I was trembling beneath him. When he finally slid inside me, we both froze, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Fuck," he breathed, "you feel incredible. So perfect..."

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Move. Please, just?—"

He sucked my lower lip between his as he began to move, setting a rhythm that had me seeing stars. Every thrust hit exactly right, drawing sounds from me I didn't know I could make.

"That's it," he murmured against my neck. "Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want this."

"James..." I raked my nails down his back. "I'm close. I need..."

"I know what you need." His fingers found my clit, circling in perfect time as he continued to work his body against me. "Come for me, beautiful. Let me feel you."

I felt myself come apart around him, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed right after, burying his face in my neck with a groan that I felt in my bones.

For a long moment, we just lay there tangled together, trading soft kisses and softer touches. James brushed hair from my face, his expression tender.

"That was..."

"Yeah," he agreed, "it really was."

I traced patterns on his chest, feeling his heart thundering beneath my fingers. "We should have done that ages ago."

"Maybe not,” he said. “I think we had to earn that. Everything leading up to this… it made it that much sweeter. The wine cellar was enough to keep you at the front of my mind for years, sure. But this?" He kissed my temple. "This wasn't just sex, Emma. It wasn’t just chemistry or clicking with a beautiful stranger."

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