The Wedding Party (The Wedding Date, #3)(20)

Once they were inside his apartment, where they’d been twice before, they stopped and looked at each other expectantly. Finally, he broke the silence and leaned forward to kiss her. This time he held back, and kissed her slowly, gently.

He pulled back, and they smiled at each other. She reached for him again, and he shook his head. He stooped down and took off first one of her gold sandals, and then the other. He held on to one of her feet, and used his thumb to knead the arch of her foot.

“Those shoes look like they hurt,” he said.

She shook her head, her eyes closed.

“Mmm, I’m used to them. But that feels nice.”

He set her foot down on the floor and picked up the other foot.

“I thought it might.”

After a few minutes, he stood back up and took her hand.

“Come with me.”

She followed him without a word.

They walked into his bedroom, and he took her purse off her shoulder and set it on the floor.

“Last time, and the time before, we rushed through things,” he said, as he unbuttoned his shirt. “And it was great. Really great. But tonight, I want to take my time with you. We have all night.”

Maddie’s eyes followed his fingers as they went down his body. She started to reach for him and stopped.

“We do,” she said.

He threw his shirt onto the floor and pulled his undershirt off in one quick motion.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t help me,” he said.

Her hands were on his belt within a second. She slid his belt out of the loops, caressing the leather, so close to touching his skin, but just managing to avoid it. She unbuckled the belt, step by gradual step, until he felt like he was going to die if he didn’t get this belt off him and her hands on him immediately. Whose fucking idea was this ‘we have all night’ nonsense anyway?

Finally, she threw his belt on the floor and popped open the button on his jeans. She moved her fingers up and down the zipper, right over his growing bulge. His breath came faster and faster. She unzipped his jeans with one quick motion and pushed them down over his ass.

He kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans all the way off, until he was standing in just his boxer briefs. She reached for them, but he stopped her.

“Wait. Turn around.”

He’d noticed the zipper up the back of her dress early in the night. That zipper had been tantalizing him for hours.

He gathered her hair in his fist and kissed the nape of her neck. He dropped kisses down her neck, all the way until the top of the zipper. He pulled it down slowly and moved his hands and lips down her body as each inch of skin was exposed, until the zipper was all the way at the bottom.

He stood back up and hooked the straps of the dress over his fingers to pull them off her shoulders, and the dress dropped to the floor. She turned around to face him and smiled.

“My God.” He took a step back to look at her. She had on a strapless black bra and a lacy black thong, and it took everything in him to not rip them off her body and throw her on his bed. But he’d promised her he’d take it slow this time.

“You’re incredible,” he said.

She grinned and pulled him toward her.

“Just for that, good things will come your way tonight.”

They kissed and kissed and kissed, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies, their lips following their hands. He listened to her sighs and moans and breaths to teach him what she liked, what she wanted more of, where she wanted to be touched the most.

He walked with her, still kissing her, until her legs bumped up against the bed.

“Lie down,” he said.

She obeyed him and was soon flat on her back on his bed, looking up at him. Her lips were swollen and her hair surrounded her face. She was the most incredible thing he’d ever seen.

He hooked his thumbs in her lacy underwear and, inch by inch, pulled it off her body. He dropped it on the floor, then knelt between her open legs.

“I seem to remember you liked this,” he said as he pushed her legs open wider and bent his head down.

“Mmm, people change, you know.” She propped a pillow under her head and smiled down at him. “Things might be different now.”

He paused, his fingers on her inner thigh.

“Is that a challenge I hear?”

She shrugged.

“I’m just saying, who knows if I still—”

She gasped at his next movement, and for the next few moments the only sounds she made were unintelligible.

When her spasms subsided, he crawled up her body.

“Wait, I couldn’t hear that,” he said in her ear. “Did you just say, ‘Theo, you’re very good at that’?”

She grinned.

“Theo, you’re very good at that. But then, I think you already know that.”

He kissed her cheek and nodded.

“I do, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to hear it.”

He turned on his side and grabbed a condom out of his bedside table.

She pulled off her bra and propped herself up on her elbows.

He stopped to stare at her boobs. My God, they were perfect. He quickly finished rolling the condom on, and then reached for a nipple.

“Do you know how much I wanted to do this all night?” he asked her. “You and that dress . . . Every time I saw you from across the room, all I wanted was to touch you here . . . and kiss you here . . . Did you know that? Did you wear that dress just to drive me crazy?”