Page 103 of The Bad Wedding Date

A slow smile rose on her lips, and a small shudder ran through her as my fingers worked her over like they’d been doing it for a decade and knew every button to press and every nerve ending to hit.

“That’s my favourite face of yours, too,” she whispered, grinding her hips, working with me until we built up a rhythm that had her moans falling freely as I breathed against her neck, watching every movement of her face, from the small scowl to the creased eyes, and the way her lips turned up at the corners every time she felt herself climbing higher and higher beneath my touch. Her fingers tightened around my neck, and she used me as her anchor when her legs became too weak to support her for much longer.

“You’re close,” I rasped.

“Yes,” she said, panting, her entire being focused on that one point where my fingers worked to make her come. “You make me feel… everything.”

“You’re so goddamn hot,” I whispered back, my fingers soaked in her wetness as they circled and pinched her clit. “You’ve no idea what it does to me seeing you like this.”

Her breathing picked up, her movements growing wilder as her body turned to fire and liquid beneath me. “Oh, God…”

“I want you to come so hard, you see fucking stars, Charlotte.”

“I’m going to fall.” Her legs buckled.

“I’ve got you.”

“Fraser… I—”

A few seconds later, her nails dug into my skin and her body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, until her back fell against my chest, forcing me to catch her in both my arms quickly. I pulled her up against my body, cradling her like she couldn’t walk as she looked up at me with her arms around my shoulders.

Her small huff of laughter fell from her lips, and she closed her eyes. “I lost count,” she whispered.

“Of what?” I smiled down at her, holding her tight.

Her eyes flickered open to take me in. “The stars…”

35

Charlotte

Happiness.

It had finally arrived.

At least that’s what I assumed the warmth spreading through my veins and the steady beat of my heart equalled, especially when you threw in the smile that I couldn’t seem to remove from my face, not even in my half-asleep state as we laid in my bed together a few hours later.

The sky had turned dark outside, the night upon us, and he had stayed with me. I hoped he stayed that way until morning. I couldn’t get enough of this feeling.

With Fraser’s arm around my waist, his naked body curled around my back, and his soft breaths falling against my skin, it was impossible to feel anythingbuthappiness.

This man who showed up in my life, initially using me to get what he wanted, was now something I couldn’t let go of no matter what. That was a truth I couldn’t ignore, and it wasn’t just because of the way he looked and how he held so much strength and power in his eyes and hands. It was also because of his heart.

The heart that had, for some reason, chosen me to protect.

A heart I couldn’t wait to unravel because, deep down, I knew that he had so many layers, I could spend a lifetime learning new things about him.

I desperately wanted to know them all, even the parts that might scare me a little. The parts to do with his job. How violent did things get? What was the worst thing he’d done in seeking justice? How many people sought him out now, seeking their own revenge?

I tried to imagine a life of domesticity with a man like Fraser Scott. One where he would kiss me on the cheek before heading out of the door to work, only for me to stand there wondering if he would return home safely later that night, or if he’d have to do unspeakable things, which he couldn’t even share with me when we laid down together in bed.

It seemed impossible—nothing but a dream—and those thoughts threatened to destroy that smile on my face and drain the heat from my cheeks, so I pushed them to the back of my mind, deciding to give myself a little pep talk instead.

One day at a time, Charlotte. One day at a time.

I deserved a day.

I wanted a lifetime.

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