I vaguely remember our exchange back at the bar, but I don’t have time for a sarcastic quip because he lowers his mouth onto me and the tip of his tongue swirls over my clit before teasing my entrance. I watch in awe while he feasts on my pussy, his tongue spearing me.
His taut and tanned skin against my pale legs makes the contrast between us so apparent, but I can’t bring myself to look away from him and the way he laps at me. I run my fingers through his dark, tousled hair and pull him against my heated body. He lets out a low groan and his hooded eyes look up to find mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You know that, right?” he says, not wasting another second before he plunges two fingers into me, rubbing the pad of his thumb in slow circles around my clit.
“Goddamnit, why do you have to be so good at this?” I whimper, feeling my body already pushing dangerously close to climaxing. I’m almost mad because I want to enjoy more of him. This is too good and I don’t want it to end so soon.
He shrugs and I can tell he’s enjoying watching what hedoes to me, which is both hot and infuriating because as nonchalant as he is, he has every right to be. “You won’t want to come back for more if I leave you unsatisfied.”
Somehow, I get the feeling that’s impossible with him. I’m about to say exactly that when he lowers his mouth again and starts to suck on my aching clit. My body responds instantly and I arch my back against the couch. My heels dig into the hard muscles of his back and desperately want—no,need—more of him because he already has me so close to coming.
He must know it too because he curls his fingers deep inside me while flicking his tongue over my clit at a faster pace. His tongue flattens and he increases the pressure and I barrel toward a climax that I’m wholly unprepared for but craving nonetheless.
What finally unravels me is the moan he lets out when I tighten my grip on his hair. That stimulation pushes me over the edge and I cry out his name so loud that I’m glad I live above the coffee shop which is closed at night. He chuckles and I feel his stubble rub against my skin. My walls tighten around his fingers, but he doesn’t stop pumping and curling them into me and licking at my clit. I give into him and let him draw every last bit of pleasure from my spent body because I think he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
That is confirmed when he slowly rises to his feet and looms over me. My eyes bulge and my pussy clenches just from seeing the outline of his cock. He doesn’t have to take it out for me to already know that it’s the longest, thickest cock I have ever seen in real life. I reach for him and run my fingers over the swell in his boxers and he hisses at the touch, grabbing my wrist. I look up to see his chest heaving. He reaches down and cups my chin in his hand, tracing his thumb over my bottom lip.
Those eyes that were blazing with lust and hungermoments ago soften. “We don’t have to do that just yet. We can go slow or do something besides just fucking.”
I shake my head. “No, I want to. Like, a lot.”
A pleased grin spreads over his too-handsome face. “Me too. A lot. But why don’t we take a little breather and then take this to your room?”
My brows furrow and the self-conscious bitch inside me rears her head. “A little breather?”
He nods. “Yeah, Housewives is about to come on. I promised you that you’d get to watch it and I keep my promises. Also…” he smiles bashfully at me, “if I fuck you this second, I will blow before I even get fully inside you, because you coming like that was by far the hottest thing that I’ve experienced in my life.”
I keep my promises.I know he’s talking about the show, but that statement feels like so much more. The serious look on his face tells me that this is a man of his word—a man that can be trusted. He’s also not pushy, he’s not demanding, he’s just kind and sweet.
I look up at him and nod, slowly running my hand back and forth over his boxers and his throbbing erection. “OK. A little breather would be alright.”
He sits down and wraps an arm around me, pulling me into his warm side. He grabs the throw blanket from the back of the couch and drapes it over us before turning on the TV. I know I just met him, but everything about him feels right. It feels like this should be the first of many nights like this together. I don’t know how to explain it, but I’m so comfortable with him and it feels so easy.
CHAPTER 45
KELSEY
Sterling Springs, New Mexico
I’ve been bouncingmy knee, the way I’ve seen Sutton do when he’s antsy, for the last ten minutes. For weeks now, we’ve spent nearly every moment we could together—at Gloria’s, at the coffee shop, in bed. That’s made spending this morning and early afternoon away from him feel like an eternity.
So now, I’m sitting in the pew at the historic event hall next to Grace with one consuming thought—I want to see Sutton. That time should come soon enough because the wedding is supposed to start any minute.
When I look up, Grace is watching me with an amused grin. “Nervous for someone else’s wedding?”
I shake my head. “No, just anxious to see my boyfriend again.” I gnaw at the inside of my cheek and smooth out my dress over my knees. “Am I that bad?”
She covers her mouth to quiet her laugh before dropping her hand back in her lap. Even though she’s looking at me, her other hand never lets go of her husband’s hand and it looks so natural and comfortable. “I think that’s a totally normalresponse to wanting to see the person you love.” Her wide smile is infectious. “You told him, didn’t you?”
I nod and my lips lift into a contented smile. “Yeah, I did.”
“Shouldn’t the wedding have started by now?” TJ’s deep and unmistakeable rockstar voice interrupts our moment.
We both turn to look at him and his brows furrow when he looks down at his phone and checks the time. “The wedding was supposed to start twenty minutes ago and the groom’s party isn’t even at the alter yet. Believe me, I’m all for fashionably late arrivals and on stage theatrics to get the crowd riled up, but this doesn’t seem right.”
Unease sets in because he’s right—I’ve been so focused on just wanting to see Sutton that I haven’t noticed anything else. Grace and I both check our phones and my heart sinks when I realize that he’s right. The officiant, groom, the groom’s parents, and the rest of the wedding party are no where to be seen. I don’t think we’re alone in this realization because the rest of the small crowd begins to murmur and heads look around the small Sterling Springs event hall.
Motion near the alter pulls everyone’s attention to the front of the room and the officiant steps out with what can only be described as a grim expression.