Page 10 of Risk

He stops at my door. “Where’s your room key?”

I know it’s just registering in his head that I don’t have a purse with me. I didn’t want the hassle of carrying a purse around during the wedding, but obviously, I needed my cell and room key, so I bought one of those garter purses.

“It’s in my garter purse,” I tell him. “You’ll have to put me down so I can get it.”

Seeming reluctant—which I like a hell of a lot—he lowers me to my feet.

I hand him my heels, and then I reach down and lift my dress, revealing my leg that was hidden by the fabric, stopping just before the apex of my thighs. I don’t want to show the goods out here in the hall.

I glance at Kaden, and his eyes are fixed on the garter purse.

It’s basically a lacy garter with a little satin enclosure that Velcroes shut, which is where my cell and key card have been all night.

There were three colors to choose from—white, black, and sultry red. Of course, I went for the red.

Kaden’s stare lifts to mine. “Keep that on.”

Holy shit.

The order is firm and direct. He will be the one taking the garter off tonight.

My stomach muscles clench with desire.

I slip my cell and the key card from the garter, and with my hand shaking with excitement, I unlock the door, letting us into the dark room.

I’ve barely switched the light on before he yanks me to him, spinning me around and shoving me up against the wall and slamming his lips down on mine.

I really like how he manhandles me. Because it’s not in a bad way, but in aI want you right fucking nowway.

It’s so hot.

He’s hot.

I’m hot.

But more in themy skin is burning up, and my body is going to go up in flames if he doesn’t fuck me right nowhot.

My cell and key card slip from my hands, dropping to the carpeted floor with a thud, and my fingers plunge into his thick hair as our tongues slip and slide against each other.

God, the feel and smell of him…everything about him turns me on.

He’s just like I imagined he would be—rough and masculine. I could honestly weep with joy right now.

Kissing the guy you’ve lusted after for ages and him being even more than you imagined is just fucking beautiful.

I undulate my hips against his, seeking out relief against the pressure throbbing in my clit.

His mouth moves from mine, kissing along my jaw, down my neck, and to my chest. He presses hot, wet kisses along my cleavage and gives my skin a nip with his teeth before dropping to his knees.

“You, in this fucking dress, have been driving me crazy all day.”

Oh. My. God.

He pushes my dress up, gripping the fabric in his fists, until it reaches the tops of my thighs, keeping my panties covered. “And knowing you’ve been wearing this beneath it all fucking day…” He growls out the words as he traces his fingertip along the skin beneath the garter, making me shudder.

I need his touch to be a little higher and to the left.

But he doesn’t touch me where I need. Instead, he puts his lips to the skin at the side of my knee. I feel the touch of his tongue, and I nearly come out of my skin.

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