Page 23 of Crash with Me
“We did. And we can talk about it later. But”— I reach for his hand—“we have a wedding to attend.”
Linking my fingers with his, I turn toward the door and take a step. Seth tugs me to stop.
I turn and arch a curious brow at him. “Shouldn’t we get down there so we can find our seats?”
“We have plenty of time.” He tugs me close and slides his free hand behind my head. “I need to tell you something.”
My heart thuds. “I’m listening.”
“I know we just met. I know this was only supposed to be for the weekend.” He shakes his head. “But, Heidi. The way I feel about you… the way you make me feel…”
I reach up to clasp his arm. “I know. I feel the same.”
“Oh thank God.” He releases a breath and rests his forehead against mine. “I’m so glad it isn’t just me.”
“It definitely isn’t just you.” I lift my chin and brush my lips against his.
He kisses me back. It’s slow and deep. Sealing our spoken and unspoken feelings with a promise for more.
I’m not sure who starts undressing who first. But as we remove our layers and our lips and hands explore each other's bodies, we make our way to the bed.
This time, when we lie down, we don’t climb into separate sides. We tumble in together. Wrapped around each other. Stroking and enticing. Giving the endless sparks that have snapped between us a source at last.
Seth lowers his mouth to my already tight nipple and slides his tongue over it. I gasp, digging my fingers into the back of his head. He takes me into his mouth. Sucking. Using just the slightest hint of teeth.
It sends a fresh jolt of desire through my belly and straight between my thighs.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he says, releasing my nipple to explore the other. “We could do this forever, and it would never be enough.”
A single tear slides down my cheek as I stare down at the man who has become so dear to me in so little time.
When we finally become one, when he thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt, he does more than claim my body.
He captures my heart.
I move with him. My fingers trace the muscles of his back. His lips suckle the pulse on my neck.
And when I don’t think I can hold back a second longer, a wave of pleasure bursts inside of me. Flowing through every inch of my body as I fall apart.
Shouting my name, Seth buries himself in me one more time, finding his own release.
We lay there together, connected, for several minutes. Both of us basking in the afterglow of our passion. His face buried inthe crook of my neck. My cheek pressed against his thick head of hair.
When at last he lifts his head, I see all of the love in the world shining in them.
“That was…”
I nod and cup his cheek. “It was.”
Chuckling, he kisses my neck. “You always seem to know what I’m thinking.”
“Well, not always. And definitely not everything.” I rub my cheek against his hair. “But it’s kind of nice.”
“It’s very nice.” He raises his head. “Heidi, I?—”
A loud commotion sounds outside. We both bolt up and scramble to the window, not bothering to cover ourselves as we pull the curtains aside.
Down in the garden, Walter and Kelly are facing off. Hands on their hips. Faces red.
