And she did.
It was exactly as promised. Sloppy, fast, and with very clever help from her nimble little fingers. He came hard, spurting his come across her tongue before he could warn her it was coming.
She licked her lips like a happy little kitten anyway.
He let out a helpless moan and hauled her back up his body, kissing her hard on her talented mouth before she nestled into his side.
“When I first met you, I thought you were delicate.”
She snorted.
“I get now that that’s not accurate.”
She rolled onto her back and stretched out. He loved how uninhibited she was with her body. With sex and laughter and teasing. She looked at him and shook her head, making her breasts jiggle. “Not accurate at all. You can’t hurt me, Frank. I’m tough as nails.”
“I know,” he whispered, climbing on top of her. The sensitive crown of his cock dragged against her skin, and he thought about staying there until he got hard, thought about fucking her senseless until he could pour himself into her again.
But they had breakfast to get to. A second breakfast, in a way, because he was going to feast on her just as much as she had on him.
And then it would be a countdown until they lost their privacy. His SEAL team would be arriving later today, along with Grace’s daughter. For the rest of the weekend, it would be hands off.
Mouths off.
He dropped his head and tasted the skin at the base of her neck. God, that was going to be hard. He loved the way she tasted in the morning. And at night, after a day in the sun.
From a distant recess of his mind, a warning whispered.Don’t get too close, it said. He licked his way over her chest to her nipples, ignoring the suggestion from a well-meaning but too-cautious part of his brain.
Life was short.
Grace was fun.
He was going to enjoy the hell out of her in the time they had.
He tasted his way down her body, and when he settled between her thighs, he gave herhisspecialty. Slow, teasing, and worshipful. Her legs wrapped around his head when she came, flooding his mouth with her unique flavour.
And as he pressed his forehead into the crease between her thigh and her hip he realized it was way too late. He was already painfully close to this woman. He was already invested. And at some point this weekend, he’d need to steal a moment of the mother-of-the-bride’s time to talk about his big plans to go down on her again in the middle of a field of lavender.
