“Why?” She sighed. “You can’t tell me you didn’t think he was hot.”
“I can’t tell you that, no.” I laughed and thought about the guy’s green eyes and dark hair. I repositioned my legs as I remembered his pink tongue. “He’s the sort of guy it would be hard to say no to.”
“Yeah, it would be very hard to say no to him,” she agreed.
We just stood there for a few minutes, both of us thinking about the guy.
I should have known that wasn’t going to be the last I saw of him that day. I mean, he’d basically warned me that he’d be back and on the prowl. Maybe I didn’t pay attention to him or care because I was up for it myself. It had been so long since I’d dated anyone, and I’d never done anything risqué or crazy. I’d never just hooked up with a guy, but now I was in a drought, and hooking up didn’t seem so bad. I didn’t even care that he’d seemed like a snob or an obnoxious asshole. It wasn’t like I was going to date him. Not at all. And it wasn’t even me who had initiated anything. Though I was hoping that I’d bump into him again when I left the pew to go look for some water.
“Get me a bottle as well.” Alice handed me a five-dollar bill. “And don’t take all day. I don’t want to be sitting here by myself for long.”
“Fine.”
I hurried out of the church and looked around the now-packed lobby at all the guests arriving. I was disappointed when I didn’t see my handsome stranger and was about to turn back around when I felt two hands on my waist.
“So, did you decide?” his voice whispered in my ear as his hands ran down my hips.
I slowly turned around and faced him. “I’m a big fan of the tongue.” I wasn’t even sure what had gotten into me—maybe it was liquid courage. I licked my lips then and swallowed hard as I stared at him. I couldn’t believe I was being so blatantly obvious with a stranger.
“That’s a good thing then.” He grinned and leaned down so that his lips were almost against mine. “I’ve been told that I’m very good with my tongue.”
“Oh?” I said nervously.
“Oh, yes.”
He winked at me and grabbed my hand before leading me down a small corridor. I followed behind him, a loud roar in my ears, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when every fiber of my being was on fire and awaiting his touch. This man was sex personified. What would it hurt to just make out with him?
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered as he opened a door, pulled me into the room with him, and then closed it. He pushed me back, and I felt his lips on mine. “I’m going to show you just how talented I am.”
“Shh.” I kissed him back hard, my tongue entering his mouth as my hands worked their way around his neck.
Bells were ringing in my head as waves of heat spread through my entire body while he sucked on my tongue. The drought was officially ending, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
His hands were firm and teasing as they ran down my body and up my dress, his fingers grazing my skin as they reached for the prize. His fingers lightly rubbed against my panties, and I stilled for a second, pulling back and looking at him before my legs crumbled beneath me.
“Lace panties?” He grinned, his eyes challenging mine as he lightly played with the feminine material.
“Yes.” I nodded and moaned as he slipped a finger inside.
“Is it your wedding?”
“Does it have to be my wedding to wear lace panties?” I groaned as I bit my lower lip. Why was I engaging in this conversation?
“I suppose not.” He winked and I felt my stomach stirring. Why did this man have such an affect on me? I finally understood what sexual attraction would do to a woman. It made them stupid. And I knew because that was how I felt inside. “Just like it doesn’t have to be your wedding if you want to hook up at the church.”
His eyes laughed into mine, and I knew he was making fun of our situation.
“If you’d rather not then we don’t have to,” I made to move away, and his face came toward mine again, an intense light in his eyes as he gazed into mine. His gaze told me that there was no way that this wasn’t going to happen and a fire inside of me grew stronger.
“I would rather we do,” he muttered right before his lips came crashing down on mine.
This time, they weren’t soft, and they weren’t teasing. They were demanding and straight to the point. This man wanted to dominate me. His tongue sought entry into my mouth, and hesucked on my tongue with such finesse that I had to grab on to his shoulders to stop myself from falling to the ground. His lips tasted sweet and salty, like honey-roasted peanuts, and I grabbed his face so that I could deepen the kiss as well. My fingers ran across his sexy stubbly beard, and I was amazed at how soft his skin felt beneath the prickly hair. He lifted me up slightly and then lowered me to the ground.
“What are you doing?” I moaned as he pulled my formal dress up.
“What you want me to do.”
He bent down, and I felt his tongue running up the inside of my thigh. My body tingled all over, and all I could think was how glad I was that I’d shaved above the knee that morning. I was never going to do the below-the-knee shaving trick anymore. Not when occasions like this could possibly happen. My body trembled as his teeth made contact with my panties—my now-very-moist panties. I leaned back and cried out as his perfect teeth grabbed ahold of the crotch of my panties and pulled them down.
