Page 62 of The Wedding Deal
Her lips skimmed up his jawline, up to his ear. “Then I’d say stop talking and start showing. We’ve already lost a few minutes with all this unnecessary chatting.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed her panties aside and stroked her again, smothering her moan with his mouth. She rolled her tongue over his, and he backed her up against the wall.
He wanted to free her breasts but decided that’d have to wait for Part II, later tonight. Right now it’d be fast and furious—just not so fast that she didn’t finish, and to make sure, he pushed a finger inside her.
The strangled noise she made sent his erection into raging territory, and he undid the button and fly of his pants with his free hand as he continued to pump into her.
He added another finger, curling them and searching for that spot that—
“Holy shit, right there,” she said, panting and arching her hips to take his fingers in deeper. He glanced from her face to his fingers inside of her, and he couldn’t decide which he wanted to watch more.
At her whimper, he looked up into those bottomless green eyes. Decision made. He increased the tempo of his fingers, watching as pleasure flickered across her features in waves. Her muscles tightened, her release close, and he lowered his lips to hers. He stroked her tongue with his, mimicking the movement of his fingers, and her fingernails dug into his arms as her orgasm took hold.
He slowly brought her back down, pride going through him at the sated expression on her face. There was something else in the mix, something that felt more serious. His chest tightened as that adoration and awe echoed through him, and he searched for the right words but came up empty.
Maybe later tonight he’d find them. Right now they didn’t have enough time for messy emotions anyway.
He was about to take her right there against the wall, but then he remembered the condoms were in the bedroom. “Hold on to me,” he said, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He maneuvered them through the hall and around the large bed. He grabbed a foil square out of the nightstand drawer and made quick work of the wrapper. He rolled the condom in place, not bothering to take the time to fully shed his clothes.
Any minute his phone would start ringing, his family members wondering where he was.
Just a few minutes of getting lost in Charlotte and then I’ll be ready for the rest of the long evening.
He pushed everything out of his mind besides the sexy woman in front of him. It was a struggle not to thread his hands through her hair, but he’d promised not to mess it up. After the wedding when they returned to his room, he’d make sure she looked as ravaged as possible. For now, he’d happily focus on pinning her to the wall and making himself at home between her thighs.
He kept thinking he’d get used to having sex with her—or not get used to, because he no longer thought that was a possibility with Charlotte—but more like not be on the verge of explosion at the first thrust.
Luckily this time, speed was the name of the game, and within a few thrusts she was crying his name as they roared over the edge together.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and half-carried, half-walked her into the bathroom to clean up. As he redid his pants and tucked in his shirt, she smoothed down her skirt.
His phone began to ring and time was up. He slipped his bow tie underneath the collar and answered.
“On my way,” he said to his mom as he tied the ridiculous thing at his throat. “Just finishing up a…” He gave Charlotte a wink. “Business transaction.”
“Thanks for making me sound like a hooker,” Charlotte said as soon as he hung up.
“Oh, did you want me to tell my mother we were just finishing up a hot sex session? I worried that’d be TMI, but I’ll clear it up when I see her in a few minutes.”
Charlotte smacked his arm. “Don’t you dare.” She reached up and wiped lipstick off his mouth and jaw.
He grabbed his jacket off the chair in the corner, too hot to put it on just yet. “See you out there. Will you be okay?”
“I’ll find a way to occupy myself.” She pivoted toward the mirror, using her thumb to swipe at the lipstick that’d also been smeared on his lips and skin moments ago. “I’m going to need to touch up my makeup sincesomeonedecided to make a mess of it.”
Mere minutes after he was buried inside her, and he grew hard again, his body already ready for round two. Since she was going to redo her lipstick anyway, he kissed her again. “Save a dance for me, okay?”
“I’ll see if I can fit you in,” she said with a self-assured smugness that he liked seeing her own. Then she shoved him toward the door. “Go before your mom calls me— I’m not nearly as good at making up stuff on the fly, and I’ll end up confessing everything.”
He pushed open the door, casting one last glance at her because he was going to miss her—which was crazy. Missing her when she’d be only a few feet away and he’d be able to talk to her in an hour or so?
“And don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll keep an eye out for a counteroffer and text you the second I hear any news from Gavin or from the Pythons.”
What was even crazier was that he’d managed to forget there was an offer hanging in the balance. She was so perfect, having his back now, just like she’d had through this entire process.
He muttered a “thank you” and rushed toward the annex where the wedding party would be gathered. He tried to clear his head so he could focus on the ceremony and not offers or trades or Charlotte. But what became crystal clear was that in spite of all the other madness going on in his life, he’d managed to completely lose his mind over the woman.
