Page 9 of The Curvy Girl's Father of the Bride
Jesus. What a cluster fuck. I close my hotel room door, wishing I could shut my brain off too.
I am not an emotional man, and I’m not the type to start expressing my feelings. I didn’t create a multimillion-dollar empire by doing any of that. But today was a double whammy. I wasn’t planning on getting so sentimental about the wedding. Gilly was engaged for two years; her marrying Thomas wasn’t a surprise. I had plenty of time to prepare.
And then, to lose my control and drag Louisa off into the trees to grope and finger her—What have I done?
It was so out of character for me. Granted, I’ve been drinking all day and those last three whiskeys only made me more uninhibited.
But I still have a hard time wrapping my head around what I did. And now that I know how perfectly Louisa fits into my arms and what an absolute sex goddess she is, I can’t fathom not doing it again. Oh, I put up a good front with her tonight, and might’ve convinced her, but at this point, I’m obsessed.
I shrug out of my jacket and damn it if I don’t smell Louisa all over me. I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale. I’m hard again just thinking about how wet and smooth her pussy is.
A loud knock shakes me out of the moment. What is it now? Is the resort stopping by with another bill? Did one of my guests lose their keys?
I open the door, and it takes a minute for me to gather my thoughts. It’s Louisa, dressed as if she’s planning to check out and take off in the middle of the night.
“Tell me you’re not driving home at this hour.”
She gives me a petulant shrug. “I could. I’m perfectly capable.”
“Where’s your dad?” I peek around her and see no sign of Vance in the hall. “Please come in.”
She steps into the room and I close the door behind her. “I guess we should discuss what happened.” I steel myself for another battle, peel off my tie and lay it over the back of the chair.
“Actually, talking is the last thing I feel like doing.” She slowly unwraps her belt and opens her coat revealing what she’s wearing underneath. I take in the sight of her flimsy bra and panties and my blood turns to fire.Shit. I’m dead. Over and out.
In a last ditch effort, I rush to her, and fumble with the damn sash. I can’t tie it fast enough. “Please cover yourself up.”
“No.” To my amazement, she lets the coat slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor. “Why don’t you just pretend for one second that I’m a woman who knows what she wants.”
I drop my gaze to the carpet reminding myself I’m in dangerous territory. “Louisa—”
“Don’t,” she snaps. “Just this once, forget I’m your best friend’s daughter.” Her heated stare pierces mine, no holds barred. She’s daring me. Plain and simple, Louisa called my damn bluff. She knows me better than I know myself. “I’m not anyone’s little girl, Jeremy. I’m a grown woman.”
“Of course you are, but—”
“With a house of my own that I paid for without help,” she clarifies. “And a successful career, with employees who trust me with their future.”
“What are you saying Louisa, because I swear to God, you’re making it impossible for me to resist you this time.” My cock throbs against my zipper. Her breasts are spilling out of that minuscule bra. I try to contain my racing pulse when I see her areolas. Damn. They’re dusty rose. My very fucking favorite color. I pull my gaze away and then come right back to soak in every inch of her.
She strides to me in her sexy heels and wraps her arms around my neck, leans up and whispers against my lips, “You don’t have to be alone tonight. I’m here, Jeremy, and I know you want me.”
I groan against her mouth and tunnel my fingers into her hair. “Louisa. You should go.”
“If you want me to leave so badly, why can’t you stop touching me?”
I swallow thickly, frozen in place, watching in slow motion as her lips close the inches between us to brush against mine. “Stop thinking,” she whispers. “Take your loneliness out on me. Use me. Fuck me. Do anything you want to me.”
Christ. My rock-hard dick is pulsing, ready to pounce on her. If it could tear through my zipper, it would. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman. You don’t know what you’re saying Louisa, and have no clue what a man like me needs.”
She glides her velvet fingers down my chest to my waist, past my buckle and oh … oh. I gasp, closing my eyes, relishing the sensation of her hand as it slides over my cock. “Let me try,” she says softly.
I should tell her no; this is wrong, and we’ll end up hurting each other. And yet the little voice inside my head can’t form a sentence. I yank her against me, feeling the heat pouring off her body. The lust in her eyes makes me tighten my grip. “Yes. I’m fucking starving for you Louisa, and only hanging on to my composure by a very thin thread.” The words escape me, a raw, unfiltered confession. “I want to fill you with my cock more than anything.”
“Then take me. I’m yours,” she whispers. Her offer hangs in the air, charged with anticipation, making the space crackle and spark with desire. I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull that has existed between us for far too long. The universe seems to have aligned for us to be together right now, and I can't ignore the intensity of my feelings for her.
In one swift motion, I bring my lips to the corner of Louisa’s sexy mouth, my heart thudding in my ears. The touch is electrifying, igniting a fire within me I refuse to put out any longer.I devour her lips, kissing her wantonly. She clasps my cheeks and urgently kisses me back. In another minute, our tongues are in a slick, hot tangle and all my doubts vanish as my greed rushes to the surface. I want it all, anything she can give me. She’s the only thing in the world I need.
“Better,” she coos. “Much better.” She meets my eyes with a sly smile and reaches out to nibble on my lower lip. I’m completely taken over by her sensual kiss as she walks me backward and pushes me on the bed.
