Page 90 of 4 Weddings and a Feud

“Maybe you’ll appreciate it more if we associate it with something even more pleasurable.” He led her to the wingback chair next to the window and guided her to sit. “You can see the fountain?”

“It’s hard to miss. It’s big and lit up and…oh.”

He’d dropped to his knees and flipped up her skirt. He worked her tights and panties down over her hips and knees, then tossed them aside. “Watch the fountain. I’ve got something even more beautiful to appreciate.”

A thrill raced over her skin as his hot breath gusted across her center.

“Mmm. Already so wet for me.” He smoothed his thumb over her, then licked it. He laid his glistening thumb on her clit and vibrated it.

She bowed her back, almost rising out of the chair.

“Ah-ah-ah.” His smile was devious as he used one hand to guide her hips back onto the chair. “Remember, you’re watching the fountain.”

“I’d rather look at you.” But she dutifully gazed at the fountain, at the people gathered around it who’d never be as lucky as she was, with her sexy husband about to make her come.

“Good girl,” he purred, making her shiver.

In the three months since he’d sung to her at Cierra’s wedding, Alex had seemingly made it his job to learn all the things that made her body sing. He plunged two expert fingers inside her and curled them to reach the spot that lit her up inside. At the same time, he vibrated his thumb, sparking pleasure that tingled to every nerve.

“Eyes open.”

His words made her realize she’d squeezed her eyes shut to savor the sensations he was giving her. Her eyes flew open, and she kept them on the fountain’s main figure, Oceanus, imagining him as Alex, wielding his power over the waves of pleasure that crashed through her. It didn’t take her long to reach her peak, and she moaned as her body tensed under his fingers.

He kept his thumb still on her clit as she came down, her body loose.

“Did you find a new appreciation for Rome?” he asked, his lips curling up.

“I already loved Rome. Just like I’ll love anywhere we go together.”

He surged up to kiss her, long and slow. Then he stood and adjusted himself. “Stay there. I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up, then we’ll go to dinner.”

“But I’m not done yet.” She gave him a mock-serious look.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” He mirrored her teasing expression. “I thought I just gave you an earth-shattering orgasm.”

“Consider it the opening act. Now I’m ready for Wayne Newton.” She put a hand on his belt buckle, feeling him stiffen under her palm.

“I can never tell you no,” he said, unbuckling his trousers.

“I love that about you, too.” When he lowered his pants and boxers, she stroked him from root to tip.

His eyes rolled back. “God, Mary, how’d I ever get so lucky?”

“Luck had nothing to do with it. It was all hard work and persistence. How many other men would have tried again after my brothers broke your nose?”

He kneeled and nudged inside her. “One hundred percent worth it.”

And as they surged together like the rush of the water outside their window, she knew he was right. All the hurt that had broken them years ago had made them who they were, and they were stronger for it.

They were irrevocably joined, and nothing could split them apart now.

Not a wedding, and certainly not an old feud.

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