Page 21 of Hot Mess Wedding

Do it, I mouth to her.

And she does. Her eyes flash with lust and she leans into me, pushing her hand into my chest. I fall back on the bed and pull her down with me.

I lean up and sip at her lips. Tiny little nibbling kisses that keep her focus locked on me. I can’t afford to lose track of the fact that we’re in a room full of people. But I want her to see only me.

“Can you feel how turned on I am right now, sweet baby? That’s all for you.”

I grab her hips so she doesn’t grind down on me. I don’t want either of us to embarrass ourselves in here.

“You two are fantastic. I can feel the sexual tension from here,” Lance says. “Let’s move to the wall.”

I sit us back up, then grab her bottom. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She does as I tell her and then I stand with both of us. We move to the wall that Lance indicated and I shove Cleary up against it. In doing so I rock my hard dick against her panty-clad core. I can feel the heat of her pussy, I swear I can.

That bare pussy.

Christ.

I put a hand at her chin to hold her still so our gazes are locked.

“You’re a natural, Ian,” Lance says.Click. Click. Click.

I lean as close to her ear as I can get. “If we don’t get out of here soon, I’m just going to pull those panties to the side and fuck you right here in front of everyone.”

She gasps. Then her gaze focuses in on me and there’s a hint of a smile at her lips.

“Babe,” she says, louder than is necessary since I’m plastered against her body. “I told you I shouldn’t have had that sauce with my lunch. MSG.” She grips her forehead. “Migraine starting.”

“Oh, love bug,” I say. “It’s okay, I bet Lance has gotten enough pictures of us.” I shoot a glance at the photographer and he nods. Then I turn to look at the audience. “Sorry y’all, my lady here has a headache. Gotta take her upstairs and feed her ice cream and rub her feet.”

There’s a collective sigh as I carry Cleary out of the ballroom.

chapterseven

Cleary

We kiss in the elevator, all the way up to our floor. My body feels as if it’s on fire. His hands are all over my butt, squeezing and molding it. I’m going to have sex. We’re totally going into a hotel room right now where we will have all the hot sex.

Seriously, it’s like I’m living someone else’s life right now.

“You taste so fucking good, sweet baby. Like a dream,” he murmurs against my lips.

He threads our fingers together as we step out of the elevator to walk down to our suite. I find myself wanting to ask him more questions about what he remembers from the previous night. But I hold my tongue because in truth, I don’t want anything to ruin what’s about to happen.

The minute the door closes, we’re on each other. He pushes me against the wall and lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around him. Wearing a dress was the best idea I’ve had all year. I can feel the weight of his erection through my panties and his jeans.

I tug at Ian’s shirt, breaking our kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. He sets me down on the edge of the bed and I stare at his tattoo covered torso in front of me. It’s nothing but black designs inked across his perfectly sculpted body.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me with those feather-light touches,” he says.

“Tell me,” I say. Then I grab the hemline of my dress and pull the whole thing above my head. I drop it on the floor and slide back on the bed. I don’t know where this boldness is coming from, but I like it. It’s like I’m channeling one of my badass heroines.

I’m thankful that I bought new matching panties and bras for this trip. It seemed wrong to get a Brazilian wax and then wear my old cotton undies.

Ian licks his lips, his brown eyes eating up my bared flesh. His fingers work the fastenings on his jeans.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he tells me. He bends to remove his heavy, leather boots, then he’s pulling off his jeans.

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