I put a finger to his lips. “You’re here now. That’s all I need. All Iwant.”
“I swear I’ll keep you safe,” he whispers. “Both of you. I don’t want to give you regrets. Not again.”
“I willneverregret my time with you. Ever.Ever.”
“Emma—”
“You could leave again tomorrow, and I’d have zero regrets.” Would my heart break?
Yes.
But if he left tomorrow, I’d know there was a reason.
That it was beyond his control.
That he didn’t go willingly.
Or that he did it because he thought it was for the best.
That he did it to protect us. To save us from something worse than my viral wedding video.
Zero doubt.
None.
Jonas Rutherford is a good man.
Thebestman.
And I can’t keep myself from going up on my toes to press a kiss to his mouth.
I want him.
I want his kisses. I want his hugs. I want his hands on my naked body.
I want my hands on his naked body. Feeling the ridges of his muscles. Tasting his skin. Breathing in that delicious butterscotch scent of him. Losing myself in being with him.
His breath shudders out of him as he surrenders and kisses me back while he gathers my dress in his fists and lifts. Cool air rushes around my calves, my knees, my thighs.
The scent of my arousal gets stronger as he raises it to my belly, and I know he notices.
The feral growl in the back of his throat, the way he deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, claiming me while he arches his hips and that thick ridge against my stomach—he notices.
We break apart just long enough for him to pull my dress the rest of the way off my body, and then we’re once again attached at the mouth.
I attack the buttons on his shirt.
He unhooks my bra, slides it down my arms enough to make the cups fall away, and then he’s teasing both of my nipples with his broad, flat, talented thumbs.
It’s nearly enough to make me come right there, and my own fingers fumble on the buttons of his shirt.
“Can—go—slow,” he says against my mouth.
“Round two.”
His erection pulses against my stomach like the very idea of sex all night is a turn-on.
Like he’ll never get enough of me.
