Page 13 of One Wild Wedding Weekend

“No insults,” she whispered. “I like being with someone who knows women.”

His frown was fleeting but noticeable. “I don’t know you all that well. Maybe we can rectify that.”

Daley closed her eyes, not answering. No point in saying sex was all she wanted from him. Men like Tristan weren’t what she needed for the long run. At this point in her life, she doubted marriage was in the cards for her, and she was okay being single.

But sex? That was something else entirely.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I won’t break,” she said, sucking his bottom lip. “Give it all to me.”

He reared back and stared at her, eyes glittering, chest heaving. “Be careful what you ask for, Daley.”

“Ooh, I’m scared,” she said, mocking him gently.

Her provocation pushed his control to the snapping point. He said a word under his breath, a word she couldn’t catch, and then he snapped. The man was focused and talented. He had her at the edge in no time at all, and when her climax hit, he gave no quarter.

Again and again, he hammered into her until they both cried out and found what they had been seeking...

When Tristan awoke, he was momentarily disoriented.

Then everything came rushing back. John and Tabby. The wedding. One bridesmaid in particular...

He rolled over, and there she was. Daley Martin. Golden hair spread across her pillow. Body like an angel and the personality of a cactus.

Hell. What had they done? John would kill him.

In the next second, Tristan formulated a decision. Nobody was going to find out about this. What he and Daley did behind closed doors was their business.

His movements had disturbed her. Slowly, her eyelashes lifted, her sleepy gaze cleared and awareness returned.

She winced. “Did we...?”

“Yes.” He said it bluntly, wondering how she would react.

“You’re sure it wasn’t a dream?”

He pinched her arm. “Very sure. And if we stay in this bed, it’s going to happen again.”

Daley made a face at him. “Then we’d better get up. I’m hungry.” She crawled out of bed, grabbed a crimson velour throw from a chair and wrapped it around herself. The hotel was too small to offer room service, but the minibar was stocked. “How about Cokes and corn chips?” she asked.

“Works for me.”

The large suite included a sitting area in front of a fireplace. As he watched, Daley pushed the AC down four degrees and turned on the gas logs before grabbing their snacks. “This is cozy,” she said, smiling at him and making his sex twitch.

He was like a salivating dog in her presence.

She sat on the love seat and patted the spot beside her. “Come relax with me.”

The bath towel from earlier was damp. So, he settled for tugging the top sheet loose and wrapping it, toga-style, around him. He dropped down beside her and kissed her shoulder. “I don’t think relaxation is in the cards. I’m already thinking about how to take you next.”

Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. “Oh.”

He cocked his head. “Did you really think we were through?”

“I thought you would go back to your room.” Her cheeks were pink.

“Only if you kick me out.”

“I don’t want to kick you out.”

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