She blinked up at me with her impossibly wide eyes and sighed. “Dylan. This isn’t really me. It took three people to get me looking like this. I didn’t…this isn’t—”
“It’s all you. I was supposed to be there to hold up Ryan, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
Indy looked up at me with this expression that was both tender and heartbreaking, like she was afraid to believe my words. Like she didn’t really think she was worthy of my attention.
It was my mission to put an end to that shit.
Leaning down, I took her lips in a gentle kiss at first that quickly grew demanding. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her.
Indy moaned under her breath and kissed me back. Her lips just as hungry on mine. And when her tongue peeped out and flicked teasingly against mine, I lost it.
I burrowed a hand in her hair and twined my fingers through it and took the kiss deeper. Her body arched up to meet mine as her hands clutched at my shoulders. I ground my hips into her, and she bucked against me.
I was inches away from saying fuck it and taking her right here.
But the murmur of the wedding guests in the distance reminded me of exactly where we were standing. In my aunt’s yard in broad daylight. Anyone could come around and see Indy like this.
Not in this lifetime.
I had to get my shit under control. She deserved better than to be taken out here.
Fuck.
Fuck!
She arched her hips and then rolled them in a way that brought her soft center in perfect contact with my dick.
I tore my lips away from hers and panted. “Sweetheart, you keep that up and I’m liable to take you here and now. Crowd be damned.”
“Promise?” She batted those dark lashes at me as her eyes shone with her newfound power. She was confidence personified, and it was a fucking gorgeous sight.
“Indy,” I groaned, dropping my head in her luscious tits. Her skin was so goddamn soft and smooth. I groaned again.
And I couldn’t resist a cheeky little kiss on her supple skin.
It was her turn to moan. “Here and now sounds pretty good to me. Actually, Maddie recommended the bathrooms. Something about them having locks and to use the one furthest from the living room.”
“Yeah, I really don’t want to picture whatever the hell my best friend was getting up to inside said locked bathroom with my brother, thank you very much.” I pressed another quick kiss against her chest then stood upright and mostly on my own steam. I might’ve had to lean against the house a little. “And I think you deserve a little more than being bent over a sink for your first time.”
The anticipation in her expression leached away. “I’m not…this wouldn’t be my first time, Dylan.”
I waved a hand. “I should’ve said our first time. You deserve a little more than being bent over the sinkour first time. I want to take my time with you. Learn all the little things that make you shudder. Find that sweet spot in your cunt that drives you crazy.”
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and went up on her toes to kiss me again, her lips so hungry and insistent.
We lost ourselves in the kiss again.
Indy was just so pliant and delicious.
My hands wandered on their own and soon I was teasing and caressing her delectable tits, learning her curves. And also the fact that she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel her nipples so hard and no doubt aching behind the thinnest bit of material.
It would be so easy to just thumb that scrap of silk aside and take her pointy little nipple in my mouth. Suck on it. Tease it.
Fuck it.
Bathroom, here we come.
Chapter 19
