Page 7 of Midnight Wedding

“Are you sure?” I tilt my chin toward him. My lips part slightly, and god, I’m practically begging him to come closer.

I know he’s right. The whole gun thing made it pretty obvious. I should get up and go. I shouldrunlike my life depends on it.

But I have to know more.

Ineedto know more.

This man’s a mystery, a gorgeous freaking mystery, and I’m not the kind of person that can ignore so many unanswered questions.

Like, why does he keep looking at me like he wants to tear my body to pieces?

“I’m positive,” he says, eyes locked on me.

Then I do something stupid. I’m not even sure why. But my mouth opens, and I say something very, very stupid.

“If tonight’s not happening, then what if you didn’t kiss me?” I blurt out.

His eyes widen slightly. My heart’s beating right up into my throat. I don’t know what made me say that or why I’m being so bold, but if I’m not going to get what I need, at least I can get what I want.

And I really, really want this man.

Yep, I’m definitely a disturbed individual.

“What if I didn’t stop at kissing you?” he asks in that low, sensual voice. “What if I ran a hand through your hair, held it tight, and didn’t let go until I was finished with you?”

Oh,fuck.

“Then that wouldn’t happen, which would be totally fine” I say, basically whimpering at this guy. “At least, not by tomorrow morning. Right now?—”

He leans forward, one hand gripping the back of my neck, and crushes my mouth with his.

Chapter 2

Lena

His kiss is everything I was afraid it’d be.

Mint, whiskey, something sharp and spicy. His smell fills my nostrils like honey. I breathe him in as his tongue laps against mine, and his grip in my hair tightens. He releases the most knee-crossing groans I’ve ever heard in my life when I shrug off my jacket.

He throws it on the floor and pins me back onto the ruined mattress. A thick slice was cut into the fabric right next to my head. His body grinds into mine as I moan right back into his kiss, and I feel him stiffening. It drives me wild how hard he’s getting, and the feeling of his weight and his strong arms, and I don’t know how this is happening, but I don’t want it to stop.

“You’re making a mistake,” he says, staring into my eyes.

“That’s not what most people would say right about now.” I’m breathing hard, and he looks almost tortured, like he’s caught between wanting to fuck me and needing to get away.

“You saw this place. You know I’m trouble.”

“This isn’t happening, right?”

He licks his lips. “I can feel it.”

“Yeah? What do you feel?”

“Your legs spread.” He shifts his hips and grinds into me. My mini skirt’s up around my hips, and there’s only my panties between my wet pussy and him. He shoves my hands above my head as his mouth brushes my neck. “Your skin. Your smell.” He releases my wrists with one hand and pushes my mesh top up. He kisses my breasts and chest. “I feel your heat, little thief. Should I see how wet you are?”

“Fuck,” I gasp, arching into him. “I didn’t steal anything.”

“You were going to.” He moves down, shoves my bra up roughly, and sucks my nipples. I groan, frustrated and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

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