Page 18 of Baby I'm Yours

“Damn,” she curses as I kiss my way down her neck, dragging my teeth over her sensitive skin as I squeeze her breast through her dress. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?” I ask. “Make your panties wet with just a kiss?”

“Yes.” She groans again, a hungrier sound this time, a sound of surrender that goes straight to my dick.

I urge her legs up and around my waist, lifting her into the air, and suddenly I’m drowning in the taste of her, the feel of her, the way she wiggles against my erection like she can’t wait for me to slide inside her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasps between kisses. “We’re going to get caught.”

“Quite possibly,” I agree, reaching down to jerk her panties to one side, heart lurching in my chest as her slick heat coats my fingers. “But this soaked little pussy isn’t going to take care of itself.”

“God, yes,” she says, gasping as I shove two fingers deep. “Fuck me, please. I need you inside me. I need it so bad.”

I’m reaching for the close of my pants, ready to give her exactly what she’s asking for, right up against the wall of the Sea Breeze Community Center, when a sweet voice calls, “Elaina? Are you out here?” from the other side of the door.

I have a split second to set Elaina on her feet and drag a hand through my hair as I step away from her before Maya closes the door behind her, exposing us both. Luckily, Elaina has just finished jerking her dress back into place and has somehow managed to get her smeared lipstick to disappear.

To her credit, she even sounds relatively composed as she says, “Yeah, we’re here. Just hiding from the Roy brothers until the slow dancing is over. I didn’t want Hunter to feel obligated to spin me around the floor all night.”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” I add, playing along.

Maya smiles. “Oh, but that’s okay. Anthony and I are both terrible dancers, but we still have fun doing it. You don’t have to be good to have a good time, and we won’t judge.”

I smile. “That’s generous, but I think I’ll head back to my rental. I have some work to take care of early tomorrow, right after the market closes in India.”

“Me, too, Indian markets are top of my list tomorrow,” Elaina says, making me arch a brow and Maya giggle. “No, wait, just kidding, I have to get up at five a.m. to bake scones.” She reaches for Maya, her arms spread wide. “Come here, lady. Give me some sugar and then come get some sugar at the café tomorrow morning whenever you’re up. Mondays are always slow, so we’ll have plenty of time to talk wedding ceremony stuff in between customers.”

“Sounds perfect.” Maya hugs her tight, before they part and start toward the door.

Elaina glances over her shoulder with wide eyes and a big grin that makes it clear she’s a little thrilled that we nearly got caught. “You coming, Hunter?”

No, I’m not, but I was damned close five minutes ago…

Aloud, I say, “No, I think I’ll stay out here for a few more minutes, enjoy the cool sea air. It’s warming up in there.”

“So warm,” Maya agrees. “I’m glad it’s not just me. I’m never wearing a sweater dancing again, even a light, summer sweater.”

After they head inside, closing the door behind them, I roll my shoulders back, take a deep breath, and realize the button on my pants is undone.

Fuck…

I’m going to have to up my game to keep up with this woman. She’s proving to be more of a handful than I bargained for.

And a twisted part of me is loving every minute of it…

five

ELAINA

Tuesday Night…

It’sanother perfect night on the beach.

With another perfect sunset.

And another couple gazing at each other like their deepest, secret, most precious dream has finally come true as they say their vows.

But I’m not completely fucking miserable, and it’s all thanks to Anthony’s stupidly gorgeous best man.

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