He smiled. When he did that I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop him.
“Why? You don’t want anyone to hear about what a naughty girl you were?”
I eyed him. He couldn’t be serious. “Blake, the ceremony is getting ready to start.”
He squeezed my hand. “Just having a little fun, darlin’.”
Before he could torture me further the music started and the first bridesmaids walked down the aisle. I sighed with relief. I was dangerously close to letting him push me to the edge of the fire. To that circle where the flames danced in my belly and I couldn’t help but the let the combustion take hold.
We stood when Alex’s bride appeared. Blake held my hand through the vows and afterward when the bride and groom kissed. It was sweet, but quick. We moved to the cocktail area to let the staff breakdown the ceremony seats and convert it into the reception site. Everything was all in one place.
Blake handed me another glass of champagne.
“I don’t know if I should.” I eyed him. I wasn’t exactly tipsy, but there was something about the night. Something in the air that was making me buzz with excitement.
“I think you should drink it.” He knocked one back. “I like it when you’re a little more daring. You let down your hair and let me do all the things I dream about doing.”
My core burned at the suggestion.
I touched the glass to my lips and felt the fizzy bubbles slide down my throat. It was sweet. It warmed me to my toes on a surprisingly chilly night.
The band started up. We watched from the sidelines as the bride and groom took to the dance floor and went through the obligatory list of dances with each other and their family.
“Come on.” Blake tugged me by the arm.
I thought he was trying to coax me onto the dance floor, but he was headed in a completely different direction.
“Where are we going?” I stumbled behind him. It was hard to keep up in my high heels.
“You’ll see.”
We moved through the guests until we were on the other side of the tree line.
“You’re not serious?” I looked up at him.
His mouth crashed against mine. “I’m fucking serious.”
I melted in his arms and surrendered every last sensible thought in my head as Blake stripped me in the moonlight on the same beach where I lost my virginity to him.
27
Blake
I pushed the pink straps over her arms and the dress over her hips and thighs.
“It was right here,” I whispered, turning her to face the water. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers.
She nodded into my chest. “It was.”
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My hands coasted over her navel and between her legs.
“This was the first place I fucked you, Sierra.”
She trembled as my hands slipped between the fabric of her silk panties and her skin. I pushed a finger between her slit, rubbing a line from her entrance to her clit. I groaned when her hips jerked forward.
My other hand pried her folds wide as I toyed with that swollen bud. It was hard to the touch as I moved my fingers back and forth.