To Have and to Hold (The Wedding Belles #1)(66)

Seth’s groan mingled with her own as he caressed her sensitive skin with light, teasing strokes.

She arched against his hand, trying to get more contact, and instead of torturing her further, a finger slid into her with one slick satisfying thrust.

“Oh God,” she said, her head falling against his shoulder. “Oh God, that feels good.”

He slipped another finger inside of her and began pumping them into her steadily, and without even thinking about it, she began to ride his hand, shamelessly, wantonly. Seth kissed the sensitive skin of her neck as he rubbed his thumb roughly against her clit, and she pivoted her hips onto his hand in desperate, aching need.

She wanted the dirty, unabashed moment to last forever, but he found her rhythm almost immediately, and suddenly her orgasm was tearing out of her in a harsh cry that seemed to echo off the walls.

Brooke’s body immediately went into recovery mode, her knees buckling.

Seth slid his free arm around her, his mouth moving to her ear. “I’ve got you.”

Brooke slumped against him, letting him absorb her, giving in, just for a moment, to the boneless pleasure of losing one’s mind.

Seth adjusted his hand slightly, pulling out of her panties, but resting there against the vee of her thighs. She had the fleeting thought that she should be embarrassed, but instead she felt satiated.

Wanted.

Beautiful.

When her breathing returned to normal, she kissed his shoulder in an absentminded thank-you before pushing back and looking up at him.

He gave her a quiet, private smile that made her tummy flip before dipping his head and capturing her lips in a sweet, pulling kiss that was just the right amount of tender and hot. Brooke’s hand wandered downward, her palm cupping him through the expensive fabric of his suit pants. She smiled against his mouth when she found him rock hard.

Seth groaned. “Find something you like?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she said, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth and nipping lightly. “I think I’m going to need a closer look.”

His breath caught as she slowly lowered to her knees in front of him, holding his gaze as she very slowly unfastened his pants.

Brooke licked her lips as she pulled down the zipper, and Seth muttered a harsh oath before one hand tentatively came up to the side of her head as though he might need to hold on for balance.

And she was firmly committed to making sure that he did.

Brooke greedily shoved his pants and briefs over his lean hips, making a little breathy sigh of pleasure when his cock sprang free.

“Update,” she said, glancing up his body and finding him watching her once more. “I definitely like what I see.”

“Show me how much you like it,” he said on a husky rasp, his hips hilting forward so he brushed against her parted lips.

Happy to.

She extended her tongue, swirling it around his head before parting her lips and taking him all the way inside her mouth.

“Ah. That’s it,” he said, the fingers on her hair becoming a bit rougher. “That’s it, baby. Oh God.”

Brooke loved him with her mouth, alternating between slow, savoring sucks and teasing flicks of her tongue. She laved the underside of his steel-hard cock with her tongue and coddled his balls with one hand, which caused him to emit a low growl. He had her head with both hands now, and sensing that he wanted to take control, Brooke stilled so that he was using her mouth, his hips doing all the work as he plunged in and out.

“Damn it, Brooke. I can’t—I’m going to—”

She nodded, wanting it. Wanting the taste of him.

But even as he swore, he was tugging her to her feet, capturing her chin with his thumb and forefinger and stamping a hard kiss across her lips.

“I need to be inside you. Now.”

Brooke didn’t have to be told twice. She took his hand and led him to the couch, holding his gaze as she walked backward.

“Here?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows.

In response, Brooke quickly kicked off her shoes, stripped off her pants and underwear, and then very slowly knelt on the couch so that she was facing the window, her forearms resting on the padded couch arm as she looked back at him over her shoulder.

Seth needed no further invitation. His eyes traveled the line of her bare ass and hips before his hand reached out and followed the same motion, palming her butt as he knelt behind her.

“You need to be taken on the couch, baby?” he murmured, running a palm down her spine before resting it in the small of her back and pushing down slightly so that her ass tilted up to him.

Her only response was to circle her hips so that her butt pressed against him suggestively, and he groaned, sliding a hand between her legs and stroking her clit as he lined up against her opening.

“You better be holding on,” he said roughly.

And then he plunged forward in one hot, firm stroke.

Yes. Yes, this is what she wanted. Needed.

Seth’s hands found either side of her hips, holding her still as he withdrew slowly, only to push forward hard and fast, just the way she wanted it.

“Harder,” she said, her head dipping forward, her hair falling in her face. “Take me harder.”

Over and over he slammed into her. He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. She rolled her hips, arching back to meet his every thrust.

And though it was good—damn good—she couldn’t resist taking more. Her hand slid down between her legs, stroking herself in tiny circles.