I know this is crazy. But I can’t back down now.
Not when every fiber of my being seems to scream out for Cliff. And not when his body seems just as eager to respond.
I open the door and Cliff stalks inside. He pulls me into his arms and captures my mouth in a passionate kiss.
He barely closes the door behind us when Cliff pushes my back against it. I let out a gasp into his mouth, and his grip on my hips tightens while we pull ourselves as close to each other as we can get.
His beard scrapes against my skin, making it come even more to life. His mouth is on the side of my neck, kissing and sucking. My pulse races under his lips.
I can only stand the torture for so long before I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug his mouth back to mine.
It’s here I feel home.
His kisses are hot and urgent. Like the desire I’ve carried for him my entire adult life. And just like that, it shows no signs of stopping or slowing.
There’s only one way for it to go. Only one way I want it to go.
We only have tonight. Neither of us has said the words, but there seems to be an unspoken agreement that what we share tonight is it. We have to make it count.
I fully intend to.
His hard body presses against me, and I have to stand on my tiptoes to keep my lips on his. I moan and writhe against him, enjoying the firmness of his hard lines and broad shoulders. He was always fit before, but his years in the mountain have made him even more brawny.
I shove the jacket off and over his shoulders. With a quick tug, I pull the button up shirt out of his pants and slide my hands under.
He groans in my mouth as my palms flatten against his abs. He sucks in a breath and I gasp.
I can’t believe I get to touch him like this. I can’t believe this is happening.
And I want to have it all.
I push myself away from the door. Taking his hand, I guide him to the bed. His eyes are ablaze with passion, and it makes my insides quiver even more.
“Sit.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Am I a dog?”
“I don’t know.” I trace my hand down his chest. “You tell me.”
With a smirk, he drops to the bed.
Satisfied, I inch up the skirt of my bridesmaid dress so I can straddle his thighs. Shoving my fingers through his hair, I bring his mouth to mine as he presses the small of my back with his hand. I can feel his hard length pressing against me as my mouth opens to him.
Our breaths grow shorter and faster as our tongues meet. My hips instinctively grind on his. My breasts are pressed against his hard chest. The kiss grows deeper and more frantic.
I have never wanted—never needed—anything more than this man.
And if we’re only going to have this one night, I want to explore every inch of him.
Pulling back, I kick off my heels and stand on the side of the bed. He watches me through lowered lashes. His lips are slightly parted, and I can see he’s breathing harder.
It’s all the encouragement I need.
I flip the buttons open on his pants slowly, lowering them inch by inch until they reach the floor. His long, hard shaft presses against the black cotton of his boxer briefs.
I chew on the inside of my cheek, imagining how good it’s going to feel to have that inside of me.
Unable to resist, I cup him through the cotton. He groans and his eyelids flutter. “Fuck that feels good.”
