Page 16 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Groom

He inhales sharply. “April,” he hisses and closes his eyes.

I smile. “Told you. I set the pace tonight.”

His back arches as I lower myself onto his shaft an inch. He’s thick, and my breath catches as I wait to adjust to his girth. Delicious friction between his cock and my pussy adds to the pleasure. A guttural moan escapes my throat.

Never before in my life have I made a sound like it.

Jay struggles against my grip on his wrists, but I hold on tight.

He opens his eyes. “I don’t like your rules anymore.”

“Too bad.” I flex my pussy around his cock.

His eyes glimmer mischievously. Briefly, his body relaxes, and then he twists his hips, trying to flip me over.

I lean forward and press down on his chest with my torso.

“I want to ride you while you put that baby inside me.” I flick my tongue against his nipple.

At his sharp intake of breath, I do it again and am rewarded with another growl.

I love that I can make him do that. “Now, where were we?” I grin.

He smiles back, but his voice is gravelly. “You’re riding me. And I’m putting a baby inside you.”

“That’s right,” I whisper, my voice now hoarse as well. I sit down, taking all of his length. Another loud moan escapes my lips when I fully sheath him.

Jay bucks his hips, forcing me to take him deeper.

Letting go of his wrists, I sit straight and ride him, setting a fast pace.

He grips my hips harder, slowing me down. One hand slides forward, his fingers tangling in my damp curls. Placing his thumb on my clit, he presses down hard.

Ripples of pleasure radiate through my body.

Tilting my head down, I watch as his hand works me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen, and the pressure builds inside me until I pant with the need for release.

White light explodes on the inside of my eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. From somewhere far away, I hear Jay shouting my name and feel his release pulsing inside me.

I collapse against his chest, and an aftershock claims me, making me moan his name.

He chuckles, stroking my back in lazy circles.

“Shit, I must be heavy,” I mumble against his neck and roll off him.

“You’re perfect,” he says as he turns on his side and pulls my backside against him, spooning me.

His hot breath tickles my neck, and cocooned in the warmth of his body, I drift off to sleep, vaguely aware of Jay pulling the covers on top of both of us. For the first time in forever, I feel not alone.

And safe.

In his arms is the safest I’ve ever felt.

Epilogue

APRIL, 20 DAYS LATER

Istand before the wooden doors of the tiny chapel, my hands trembling slightly as I smooth down the front of my cream-colored dress. The fabric is soft beneath my fingertips—simple, elegant, perfect for this intimate winter wedding that Jay and I planned in just two weeks. Iris reaches over to adjust the small bouquet of white roses and pine sprigs in my hands, her breath visible in the crisp December air.

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