The Wedding Date Disaster (Harbor City 4)

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It was like Hadley was high—when Will touched her, it was more intense, more pleasurable, more perfect. Something had changed tonight when she’d come clean with her family. It was as if the oppressive fog that kept her from seeing anything clearly had finally lifted and the world was practically glowing with possibilities. And the man in her bed? He wasn’t just a possibility, he was a promise, and she was done lying to herself about how she felt about him. How she’d always felt. All that denial was a footnote in the history of her life because starting tonight, it was all about tomorrows.

Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips over the barely there stubble along his jaw, down the column of his throat, over his quickly beating pulse point, and across his muscular chest to lap at the flat nub of his nipple. Of course, it wasn’t just her mouth staying busy; she was exploring with her hands, too. What could she say, women were natural born multitaskers. The second she wrapped her hand around the hard length of him, his entire body moved with his groan of appreciation.

Keeping a firm grip, she stroked her hand up and down. “You like that?”

“I like it any time you touch me,” he said, each word coming out deep and growly.

She glanced up at him, putting on as much of an air of innocence as possible when they were both naked and she had her fingers curled around his cock. “Only when I touch you?”

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from him, and rolled them both so she was on her back and now he was above her, a nearly feral, possessive gleam in his eyes.

“I like it when you walk in a room. When you walk out of one.” He trailed his fingers across her sensitive skin. “When you look at me.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers with expert ease. “When you smile. When you shoot me that little smirk telling me you know you’ve one-upped me again. The absolute best, though…” Dipping his head down, he delivered a string of soft kisses across the upper swells of her breasts. “Is your snore.”

It took her brain a second to override the delicious sensations he was delivering with his mouth, but once it did, his words had her spluttering. Planting her palm in the middle of his chest, she pushed him up so he loomed above her without touching. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.” Will grinned down at her. “Because whenever I hear it, I’m going to remember our first night together and how it was the beginning of everything changing.”

If she hadn’t already been lying back on the bed, she would have collapsed from the shock of it. Will “The Evil Twin” Holt had a gooey, soft, everyday-hero kind of center. “You’re such a sentimental softie underneath all your assholery.”

His smile faded, replaced by a look of raw honesty. “Only when it comes to you.”

Her breath hitched and her heart sped up as she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep the sudden onslaught of emotion at bay. Looking past his shoulder at the ceiling, she inhaled

a deep breath and blinked about a million times before she could speak.

“You’re the worst, Will Holt.” How often had she said that in her head or out loud? A million? Two? But this time, she could finally admit that she had never really meant it. “How dare you make me tear up while we’re both naked?”

Here’s where she would have expected another teasing remark, a smart comment, or something else to lessen the emotion of the moment. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her, his strong lips demanding and gentle at the same time, pushing her toward the edge of losing-her-mind need. She reached up and cupped the back of his head, intertwining her fingers in his hair, matching him move for move as the kiss deepened and he rolled them so she was on top again.

His hands were everywhere on her, skimming down her sides and then coming back up to her breasts. Touching and teasing, he whipped up every sensation from damn-that-feels-good to oh-my-take-me-now. By the time he added his hot mouth to the mix, letting his tongue lap at her nipple in a slow, torturous motion before grazing his teeth over the hard bud was almost too much to take and yet she still wanted more. She wanted all of it—all of him.

Pulling back, she slid her body down his, kissing her way from his shoulders, over the hard lines of his abs, and following the light-brown line of hair to his hard cock. Watching his face, she traced her tongue around the swollen head and then took him deep inside her mouth as he fisted the bedsheets in his large hands.

“Hadley,” he called out, his voice strained.

She stilled her movements but kept her fingers wrapped around his girth. “Did you want me to stop?”

His jaw squared. “Fuck no.”

“Glad to see we can actually agree on a lot of things.” She kissed the tip. “Like that.” She sucked him in, taking him in until he hit the back of her throat again and again and again. “And that.”

He was so hard in her hand, smooth, warm iron, as she stroked up and down. God, it felt good to see him like this, his eyes closed from the pleasure of it all, the fight he was obviously waging not to come in her hand as she kissed and licked and sucked him. There was a sense of power in it all and a special joy from giving this kind of pleasure to someone she loved.

The realization hit hard right there in that moment, and she pulled back, jolted by the shock of it.

“Are you okay?” Will asked, concern thick in his voice. “We can stop.”

That was the last thing she wanted. What she needed was for this to go on forever. All of it. Him. Her. Them together.

She was so wet and aching for him that even a second more of this was going to drive her over the edge into insanity. “I need you inside me.”

He tensed. “I don’t have any more condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.” No condom wasn’t usually something she did, but with Will, things were different.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral.