Falling for the Groomsman (Wedding Dare, #1)(37)

There was no going easy on her. Not anymore.

He could feel how close she was to coming. Could feel it in the way her muscles clenched down, squeezing his knuckles. He deepened his intimate kiss, rolling his tongue over her again and again until she cried out and came against his lips. Even though he wanted nothing more than to drive inside her right away, he hesitated.

Her back was scratched up and her ankle hurt too much for her to be on top.

When she relaxed, he withdrew and flipped her over onto her knees with one smooth motion. He pressed the tip of his sheathed dick against her clit and bumped it once, twice, a third time. She screamed out and climaxed again, her nails scratching at the dirt in front of her.

As she convulsed, he entered her from behind, burying himself completely. Her warmth surrounded him, and he curled his hands around her hips. Holding her in place, he slammed inside her again. He moved faster, harder and harder, and her cries grew louder and louder.

“Mine,” he growled, slapping her ass gently. “Say you’re mine, or I’ll stop.”

She cried out. “I’m yours, damn it. Harder. More.”

Fuck yeah, he’d give her more. He slapped her ass again, harder this time, and pumped his hips relentlessly. No breaks. No mercy. She screamed and came again, her walls clenching down on his cock so hard she almost pushed him out.

His balls grew tight and hard, and his breath came faster, and he moved faster, too. His entire body strove to reach the end of this crazy ride she’d led him on, and he bit down on her shoulder. Her body went stiff under his again, and he pulled out of her, only to slam back inside her with one sure, deep stroke.

Then? He found heaven on earth.

Everything faded away but the pleasure taking over him and he collapsed on top of her. When he came back down from his high, he withdrew from her and helped her lie down again. Hesitantly, he lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. The other times they’d kissed had been in the heat of passion. Kissing her after sex felt awkward, weird, and yet somehow…f*cking perfect as hell.

She kissed him back after a second, her own mouth moving over his uncertainly. When he pulled back again, she blinked up at him, looking confused and lost. He felt the same way right now. As if he didn’t know what way was up and what way was down. She’d tossed him off his axis, and he didn’t know what to do next.

So he did what he did best. He let go of her. “I’m going to get rid of this.” He gestured to the condom and rolled to his feet. “I’ll be right back.”

She nodded and sat up, gathering her clothes silently. He swallowed hard and went into the shadows, feeling like the world’s biggest fool. All this time he’d been telling her he wasn’t looking for a relationship. And now? He couldn’t think of anything but being in one with her. Only her.

She had to be his forever.

For the first time in his adult life, he would be spending the night with a woman in his arms. He’d never wanted to have that intimacy before. Never wanted a girl to stick around long enough to spoon, for f*ck’s sakes.

But with Christine, he was actually looking forward to it.

They were living in the same country now. Sure, he’d just accepted a job in Portland, and she lived here in Boulder, but it was a hell of a lot closer than they’d been before. Why couldn’t they make this something more than a fling? Why couldn’t they try? There was obviously an attraction between them that withstood the years of separation they’d put themselves through.

Why not try for more?

He came back into the clearing and saw her sitting there, hugging her knees. She glanced up at him, her eyes dipping low over his body. In some weird, sick, twisted way, he was grateful that they’d been stranded together, forcing him to sleep with her in his arms…

Even if he’d never actually spent the whole night with a woman before.

He was glad she would be his first. The question was…could she maybe be his last, too? Slowly, he crossed the clearing and stoked the fire, his blood rushing through his veins as he did so. He could feel her gaze burning into his back the whole time he worked. For some reason, the fact that he was going to sleep with her felt more intimate than sex itself.

What if he snored? He had no idea.

He finished with the fire and squatted next to the blaze for a second, his hands out to the heat, before glancing over his shoulder. “You look tired. You should sleep.”

“Come over with me?” she asked so softly he almost didn’t hear her. She yawned and covered her mouth. “I’m cold, and I won’t be able to sleep without you.”

Oh, shit. What he wouldn’t give to hear that every f*cking night.

“Y-Yeah.” His heart sped up. “Of course.” He swallowed hard and stood, brushing his sweaty hands across his shorts.

Wait a second.

Racing heart? Sweaty palms? Dreams for the future?

Oh, f*cking shit.





Chapter Thirteen


Christine woke up slowly, the haze of her vodka-induced sleep drifting away to allow her consciousness to creep back in. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Tyler’s arms. At first, he’d been stiff and almost uncertain of himself. As if he wasn’t sure how to sleep with another person or something.

But he’d relaxed. As she drifted off, she was pretty certain he’d kissed her forehead, but she might have imagined it. Even if it was in her head, it had been nice. Had made her feel special. Treasured. Cared for. Happy.