Page 85 of The Bad Wedding Date

I came around him, every part of my body tensing and squeezing tight, and those nails of mine digging into the skin of his back again. My forehead met his—our sweat-soaked skin making us slide around together. When I opened my eyes, I stared straight into his, seeing he was close to the edge. Those crinkled lines and that tensed jaw were back, and Fraser held onto me like I was his lifeline. LikeIwashissaviour.

When he came with a guttural growl, the world stopped, leaving nothing but the two of us…

Our panting breaths.

Our glowing skin.

And the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life with a man I barely knew.

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We stayed where we were, me, running my hands over his back, too weak to even think about standing, even though he’d carried the full weight and burden of our antics. Fraser used the tips of his fingers to run lazy strokes through the rough strands of my hair before he pulled us both from the wall, still inside me, and began to walk us to the shower.

They say actions speak louder than words, and every action Fraser made told me that that was the truth. The way his eyes never left mine. The sweet kiss he delivered as he walked me into the bathroom and turned on the shower, not needing to look or break away as the sound of the water falling filled the room. The careful way he sat me on top of the bathroom counter, my arse meeting the cool tiles as he slowly pulled out of me and tucked his dick back inside his swim shorts, leaving me with a sense of loss I hadn’t experienced before. While Penn and I had had good sex, I’d never missed him when he’d gone. I never wished to do it all over again. I never mourned the loss of him.

Not even when he broke my heart.

Fraser ran his hands down my arms, stepping in between my legs before he tipped my chin up with a single finger and smiled down at me.

“I’d die for that blush of yours.”

“Please don’t die. That’s a little dramatic.”

“Says the woman who said she’d die trying to take all of me not long ago.”

“I meant it.”

His eyes drifted down my body, and he let the finger under my chin fall to caress my neck before it trailed down the valley of my breasts.

“Any regrets?” he asked.

“None. You?”

“Only that I couldn’t hold back enough to take my shorts off before I fucked you for the first time.”

“The night is young.” My smile grew at the prospect.

That sexy huff of laughter fell from him again before he slid his hand beneath my breast, where my tight nipple waited for him, begging to be tortured.

Dropping his head, he wrapped his mouth around it, his tongue circling my nipple enough for me to get another jolt of pleasure that hit me in between my legs, ready for whatever he had to give, before he forced himself to pull back, unable to take his eyes or hands off me.

Fraser’s tongue raked over his bottom lip, and then he swallowed enough for me to hear it. A small scowl formed as he stared at his hand against my skin in concentration.

“What’s wrong?”

He exhaled slowly, his chest heaving before the release. “I’m trying to make sense of what just happened.”

“I think the French call it fucking.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and his eyes rose to meet mine again. “I mean, what happened to my lack of control.” He paused, and I stared at him helplessly. “You’re dangerous, and you don’t even know it, and I can’t seem to find a single fuck to give about what happens to me, as long as I get to do that to you again very soon.”

“Just say the word, and I’m yours.”

“What’s the word?” he asked with a smirk.

I thought for a moment. “Real.”

“Real.” Fraser smiled and dropped his mouth to mine again, and with one incredible kiss, I was done for.

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