Page 36 of Undo Me

“That was for thinking I would spend a minute of our time together with someone else. For not knowing how hard it’s been to stay away from you before and during the wedding.”

“Didn’t look like you were suffering,” she muttered mutinously, though her body was still pressed against his, longing for his touch.

“Oh, cher.”

“Don’t call me that. I don’t want to be like everyone else.”

He sighed, his palm cupping her cheek possessively. “Bethany, I need you to believe me, in spite of the things you know about what I am. What I’ve been. From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew you were unique. You are the only one I can see. The only one I want.” He slid his hand between her legs, groaning as her arousal coated his fingers. “This is all I can think about, love. I can still taste you on my tongue. So sweet for me.”

“Oh my God.”

He flipped her over, so her back was on the bed and he was hovering above her. “That’s not my name.”

His kiss was voracious and passionate, telling her without words that everything he said was true. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. Needed her as desperately.

She felt his hand between them, struggling with the buttons of his pants and pushed at his shoulders. “Don’t push me away, Bethany. Please, I can’t—”

“Condoms,” she interrupted, her voice high and panicked. “Maybe Michelle has some stashed in her bathroom.”

Then again, based on her current pregnancy, maybe not.

He smiled in relief, reaching into his pocket and laying the large handful on the pillow beside her. “Benjamin thought I should be prepared this time.”

Bethany licked her lips in anticipation. “I really like Ben.”

BD sent her a mock scowl. “Do I have to spank you again?”

“You can if you want to.”

He laughed at her breathless offer. “Don’t tempt me. And Ben is a good man. But I’m better. Here, I’ll show you.”

She couldn’t resist his cocky grin. She lifted her head off the bed, kissing him with all the pent-up passion she’d been holding in. He opened her mouth with his tongue, grinding his hips almost helplessly against her.

“Let’s get these off you.” She reached between them and their hands tangled in their struggle to undo his pants. She pushed them past his perfect ass, gripping it in her hands to pull him closer, and he growled.

“I have more sympathy for them now. All the men with women who tease them until they’re begging for release.”

“I’m not a tease,” she said, biting his chin. “I can’t even keep my hands off you when I’m mad at you.”

He looked into her eyes intently, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real. “Whenever I’m not inside you it’s a tease, Blue Eyes. You were a few rooms away for hours, and I was a shadow waiting to be seen again.”

Her heart stuttered and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “We’re even then.”

“My match,” he agreed.

She wanted to be.

The tearing of foil broke through her daze, and she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that anything would be between them, keeping them apart. But she shook it off, reaching for him, helping him roll it onto his thick erection, enjoying his obvious reaction to her touch.

He slipped his shirt, still buttoned, over his head and looked down at her dress. “I want you to keep it on this first time, love. Want to see your face as you come, wearing the dress I picked for you. Call me a caveman again, but give me my fantasy.”

She used her feet to push his pants down to his ankles. “As long as you’re naked, Caveman, I’m in.”

His chuckle turned into a groan as she took him in her hand again. “Bethany, please, love. I don’t want it to be over before it’s begun.”

“I can’t wait, BD. Please. I want you now.”

He was kissing her again as she guided him inside. He was so big, so thick, but her body remembered pleasure and took him in eagerly.

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