“Mmm. You want more?” he asked.
His tongue returned to her slit before she had a chance to respond, and she gripped the back of the couch hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. Every swipe of his tongue was a torturous form of pleasure. She was a quivering mess, but what she wanted most was to feel him inside her. As he continued toworship her with his tongue, she had no choice but to beg for more.
“Fuck me. Please,” she cried out. “I need to feel you.”
It wasn’t like her to beg, but she was desperate. Christian cursed under his breath, and she heard the distinct sound of a zipper. She was trembling in anticipation and on the verge of tears. Clothing rustled and she turned to see him pull a condom from his wallet.
“No condom,” she breathed. “I want to feel you.”
Christian froze. “Are you sure?”
“I know you’re clean. I’m clean and I’m on birth control. Let me feel you.”
Another curse under his breath and then he was behind her. One hand gripped her hip while his other held on to the back of the couch beside hers. She didn’t miss the slight tremble of his hand before he buried his face in her hair to kiss her neck.
The weight of his body against her made her absolutely feral. Her breath caught in her throat, and she arched her back, aching to be filled by him. Slowly, he ran his hand up her spine and back down, before gripping her hip and slamming into her in one thrust.
“Fuck!” she shouted.
He paused for a moment before he thrust into her once again. He felt deeper at that angle, and even more so when he gripped her hard and positioned her the way he wanted her. She met each thrust, crying out from the feel of him buried inside her, skin against skin. Every touch sent a jolt straight to her core.
The tears she’d been holding back now fell freely as they continued to take what they could from each other. Her breathing became erratic as she chased her orgasm. Sensing she needed more, Christian reached around and gently pinched her clit, sending her spiraling over the edge. White hot pleasure surged through her body as she pulsed around him. Before shereturned to earth, he wrapped his arm tightly around her middle as he found his own release, emptying himself into her.
Christian collapsed onto the couch, bringing her with him. She lay on his chest as they both caught their breath. That was not what she had been expecting for the first part of their date. Not that she was complaining.
“That was … unexpected,” she said after a long moment.
“Sorry.” He chuckled. “That wasn’t my plan when I came over here, I swear.”
“Wasn’t it?” she quipped.
“No. But when I saw you, I just had to get my hands on you. Between our schedules not matching up and stressing about the reception, I guess I got carried away. Did I hurt you?”
She responded with a breathy laugh. “No. Did I hurt you?” she teased.
“No, Bunny. You did not.”
CHRISTIAN
The bed and breakfast was smaller than Chris had anticipated. He’d booked two rooms in order to prevent World War Three from happening, but he wasn’t thrilled to see what close quarters they would all be sharing. The only thing saving the evening was the fact that the Bridal Suite was the only other room on the same side of the house as their rooms. The other end of the house wasn’t far, but at least they could spend time in the same room without anyone noticing.
He felt a rush of relief when he noticed Alyssa standing off to the side checking out the large bookcase in the corner of the parlor. After doing a quick scan of the room, he said a silent thank you to the universe for allowing him the opportunity to introduce Mallory without Michael breathing down his neck.
He let go of Mallory’s hand so he could lead her to his friend by discreetly placing his hand at the small of her back. Alyssa turned as if she could sense their approach.
“Hey! This must be Mallory!” Alyssa beamed at them as she pulled her into an unexpected hug.
Mallory stumbled back a step before she recovered and hugged Alyssa back. Chris did his best not to laugh at the wide-eyed expression she flashed at him.
“I have heard so much about you,” Alyssa continued. “I’m so glad Michael stepped out for a minute with Brian. In case Chris hasn’t told you, I’m so excited about this entire thing. I feel like his big sister, proud to finally have him bring someone home.”
“Really, Alyssa?” Chris interrupted. “Could you not?”
“I’m sorry, but I only have a few minutes to get my excitement out before I have to rein it back in. I’m sure you know how it is,” Alyssa continued.
Somehow, that statement appeared to have the opposite effect Chris expected. Mallory visibly relaxed and looked more at ease than she had since they left the house. She smiled and fell into conversation with Alyssa while he stood back and watched. It wasn’t until Mallory casually tucked her hair behind her ear that he noticed the bite mark he’d left.
He stepped forward and put his arms around her, planting a quick kiss on her cheek before whispering in her ear. “Untuck your hair.”
