A deep chuckle escapes me, because that’s exactly what Nate is like.
“How long until your wedding?”
“Two months.”
“Ah yes. Wasn’t it supposed to be a spring wedding?”
Carina rolls her eyes. “May is spring, dummy.”
“Right. But it’s still hot.”
“This is England we’re talking about. It’s not that hot.”
“True,bella22.” I take a step away. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to save my wife from your fiancé.”
She follows me, skipping over to Nate and pulling him away from Izzy as I reach her. She immediately circles her arms around me, smiling up at me. Radiant.
“Hi, husband.”
Fuck.
I love that.
“Hi, wife.”
Her neck flushes.
I lean down, letting my breath ghost over her skin. “You ready to get out of here?”
We ate, we danced, we drank. Now—Now it’s time for me to be with my wife.
She shivers, nodding her head.
Our exit is swift, both of us vibrating with tension.
The second I slide into the car beside her she’s climbing onto my lap, rolling her hips as her mouth licks and sucks at my neck.
She tugs at my tie, frustration clear in her face as it takes longer than she’d like to get it off. Then she’s ripping at my shirt.
My hands find the hem of her dress, pushing it up until I’m grabbing her perky ass.
She moves like a woman possessed, ripping my zipper open and shoving my slacks down.
Then she’s sinking down onto my cock like she’s made to be there—she is.
Her pussy sucks me in as she rides me, chasing her own pleasure while I watch her—the way her mouth parts, her eyes shut, neck tilts back.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
Her fingers waste no time finding her clit.
As I hold tight onto her hips and start thrusting up, meeting her movements, her mouth parts in a silent scream.
She clenches around me, and I’m done for. My head hits the seat behind me as my orgasm tears through me, leaving me breathless.
Her forehead rests against mine, our breath mingling in the air between us.
She smiles.
