Page 42 of A Wild Card Kiss
“I did,” I answer as he lifts his face, then returns his hands to the top of my dress. He gives a gentle tug at first. “Ready?”
Funny, I want the ripping off of my dress even more now that he’s marked my back with his sweet, greedy kisses.
Harlan wraps his fingers around the chiffon, then gives a fast, powerful jerk.
The sound of fabric tearing rends the air.
And heats my core.
Holy shit.
It worked.
I gaze down at the top, hanging at my waist in tatters. I’m wearing only a lace bustier and the bottom half of my wedding dress. “Mmm. Gorgeous,” he murmurs against my neck. “Want more?”
“All the way,” I say, breathless, urging him on. Pleasure rattles through me as he bends lower, one knee on the floor, then gives another hard tug.
Rip!
The white chiffon pools at my feet in pieces.
I turn around, wearing only the lace corset, a garter, and white, barely-there panties.
His eyes glimmer with desire. “Edible, sweetheart. You’re so damn edible,” he says, groaning in wanton appreciation.
His heated gaze sends pleasure spinning in me, dampening my panties so they’re nearly soaked.
I slide my teeth along the corner of my mouth. “Then maybe eat me,” I suggest, since I’m helpful like that.
“I’ve been waiting seven years to taste your sweetness.”
His hands slink around my back once more, and he unhooks my bustier. It falls to the floor, and the groan that comes from him officially turns me into a hot, wet mess.
Exactly how I want to be right now.
But there’s one more thing I want too. “What do you say we go for full-frontal nudity? From both of us,” I offer, gesturing to him, still clothed in pants.
“I say yes, since you’re better than my wildest fantasies,” he says, staring shamelessly. Hiseat-me-alivegaze makes my skin sizzle.
In seconds, I slip off my panties. His clothes hit the floor, his cock springing free.
Oh yes.
He is mine tonight—all those yummy inches.
With hooded eyes, he takes a step closer, reaches for my garter, and slides it down my leg. “Everything off.”
I step out of the garter, officially done with my wedding clothes.
Harlan flops down on the bed. “Now, come sit on my face.”
Happy Just-Escaped-Marriage Day to me, indeed.
Chapter 15
Harlan
I need to distract Katie completely from her day.
