Falling for the Groomsman (Wedding Dare, #1)(55)

He couldn’t. Not now. Not ever.

“I love you,” he murmured.

She smiled up at him and brushed his hair off his forehead. “I love you, too.”

His heart soared, and he closed his mouth over hers, keeping the kiss gentle and sweet. He was going to take his time showing her just how much she meant to him.

And for once? They were in a f*cking bed.

He kept kissing her, his tongue moving across hers, and stripped her skirt off, followed by the rest of her clothes. Once she was naked, he stood and divested himself of all of his own clothing, too. She leaned up on her elbows and watched, her eyes smoky hot. The sight of her lying sideways on the bed, her bare feet on the floor and her naked body all there for him to see, made him fall to his knees between her legs.

“Jesus, woman.” He trailed his hands up her thighs, inching toward her clit. “You know, this is the first time I’ll be making love to you on a bed.”

Her head dropped back and she let out a shuddering breath. “It won’t be the last.”

“Thank God for that,” he murmured. “You look wet for me, babe. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” She moved restlessly. “I need you so bad.”

“Hmm.” He slid his fingers in between her legs, brushing against her slit. “I’m not sure you’re ready for me to take you yet.”

She whimpered. “Please.”

He bit down on the spot right above her knee. She moaned and pressed closer, so he did it again, an inch higher. When she whimpered and buried her fingers in his hair, urging him higher, he moved up her thigh until he was just close enough to touch. But he didn’t.

“Say it again.”

“I need you,” she panted, her breasts moving with each breath. “So bad.”

“Not that.” He ran his finger up her thigh, climbing higher until he reached her clit. He moved his finger over her, making a small circle over the distended bud. “Tell me what I want to hear.” He slid his finger lower, plunging into her depths. “Tell me you love me.”

“I…” She licked her lips. “I love you.”

He thrust his finger inside her in one fluid motion, his thumb pressing against her clit. He watched her the whole time, studying the way her body took his finger in. She squirmed beneath him, needing more. He pressed a kiss to her thigh, right next to her core, and wiggled his fingers deep within her.

She cried out and arched her hips, rolling them in a circular motion. He pulled his finger out, added another one, and thrust his hand again. She dug her nails into his scalp, calling out his name, and he bit her soft thigh. She cried out again, rambling on and on about needing him.

He could get used to hearing that every single day.

He’d get to.

Pulling out of her, he thrust his fingers again, but this time he added his mouth, rolling his tongue over her clit until she was thrashing about on the bed, one leg flung over his shoulder and the other pressing down into the mattress. When he scraped his teeth against her and sucked, flicking his tongue over the love bite, she clenched around his fingers and came, hard and long.

He rode out the climax, moving his fingers and applying a light pressure until she came back down. When she fell back on the mattress, he grabbed a condom off the nightstand—thank God he’d thought of that before—and rolled it on. He slammed into her with one thrust. She shrieked and clung to the headboard, soft whimpers escaping from her as he pulled out and rested against her entrance.

She cupped his face with her hands, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him. He groaned, melded his mouth to hers, and moved inside her. At first, he kept the tempo slow and easy, making love to her instead of seeking out his pleasure. But as they moved, becoming one even more with each thrust, he lost control. As he made love to her, her nails scratched down his back, drawing blood.

His stomach clenched, and his balls tightened, but he still didn’t let himself go. Not until she came, too. He reached between them and pressed his thumb against her clit, deepening his strokes. Every fiber in his being demanded he seize the pleasure that was so f*cking close he could grab it, but he didn’t reach out. Sweat poured down his temples, but he kept moving, angling his hips just right.

He broke off their kiss, his breathing harsh. He rested his weight on his free elbow, his forehead pressed to hers. “Fuck, babe, I need you to come. I need your * tight on my cock, squeezing me.”

“I’m…so close.” She moaned and dragged her nails over his back, sending shards of pain shooting through him. “I love you,” she moaned.

“I love you, too,” he said, kissing her again.

As his tongue moved over hers, he rubbed his finger over her clit and thrust again. Her body tightened and she clenched down on him, sending him over the edge, too. He stiffened and the pleasure crashed over him, taking him to a different plane for a little while. By the time he came back to reality, she was collapsed on the mattress beneath him, a limp hand resting on either side of her head.

He lifted up on his elbows and smiled down at her, brushing the hair off her face. He knew he’d made the right choice, no matter how scary it might be to walk away from the known. Because without her?

He wasn’t the man he now knew he could be.





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