"Luke—"
I open the nearest supply closet door, tug her inside, and close it behind us with a decisive click.
The second it latches, she spins.“Are you insane?”
"Completely," I murmur, caging her between metal shelving and my body."And absolutely fucking desperate for you."
She opens her mouth to object.I cover it with mine.
The kiss is savage.Starved.
Two weeks of trying to be good, trying to be respectful, trying to keep our hands off each other during every single wedding task—from folding linens to wrangling a criminal goat—have built up to this.
And this?
This is not good.Or respectful.
This is me pressing her against a wall of paper towel cases and whispering against her lips, "Tell me to stop and I will.But if you don’t, I’m going to bend you over that folding table and make you forget your name."
Her breath hitches.“We can’t—we’re at a wedding?—”
"I know," I growl, dragging my hand up the back of her thigh beneath her dress.“Which is why you need to be quiet when I make you come.”
Her eyes flutter.“Oh my god.”
"Not even close."I kiss her again, deeper this time, pulling her leg up around my waist, grinding against her until she moans into my mouth.
I shove a case of bulk napkins aside and lift her onto the steel prep table, dress riding high on her hips, her hair unraveling from its pins like she’s coming undone just for me.
"Look at you," I murmur, kissing my way down her neck, tasting her skin."Bossing everyone around out there like a goddess…and in here, you're already soaking for me."
“Luke—”
"Say it," I rasp."Say you want me to fuck you in this closet like the dirty little secret we both know this is."
Her pupils grow as large as saucers.“I want you.”
"That’s my girl," I groan, reaching under her dress, dragging her panties down her thighs slowly, reverently—like I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for fourteen sleepless nights."I’ve been hard for you all goddamn day.Watching you run this wedding like a fucking empress while I try not to imagine you underneath me."
"I’ve been thinking about it too," she breathes."All week.Every time you touched my back.Every time you whispered in my ear.Every time you looked at me like that."
“Like I wanted to bury my cock inside you and never leave?”
She whimpers.I growl.
I unbuckle, unzip, and hiss when I finally slide into her heat.
Tight.Wet.So fucking ready for me.
She bites her lip, probably to keep from screaming.
"Fuck, Sage," I groan, gripping her hips.“My darling, you were made for me."
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I thrust, slow and deep.Her dress is bunched around her waist, her heels still on, and her breath comes in ragged gasps between kisses.
"I’ve got you," I whisper against her mouth."Let go for me, baby.Let me feel you fall apart."
And she does.
