“Lake!” Kirsty slapped her hands on his chest as he ripped the comm unit from his head and threw it over his shoulder. “We can’t do anything in here. Not now.”
She might be protesting, but he noticed her fingers had curled into his sweater to hold him closer rather than push him away. He heard laughter as the grand room door closed firmly. Someone would be standing guard. And he damn well wasn’t going to waste his time worrying about what people might think or overhear.
“We can,” he told Kirsty. “And we are.”
Then he stopped all conversation. His tongue licked up the side of her throat before his teeth nibbled on her earlobe.
“My mother is out there somewhere.” Her voice was breathless.
Lake continued to inch her emerald-green dress up over her hips.
“I don’t care.” He captured her mouth again.
He felt worry leave her as she lost herself to sensation. Lake hooked his hands under her backside and hauled her up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.
Her ankles hooked behind his thighs. He pressed his hard length against the heat of her core and ground into her. Her breath hitched and her head fell back to rest on the wall. Lake had never seen anyone more beautiful. Her cheeks were pink; her lips were full and parted. Long, dark lashes rested on her cheeks as she moaned.
“This is going to be fast,” Lake said. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Her eyes opened but they were heavy-lidded with desire. “After the wedding?”
“Possibly during, too.”
Her bright smile made his whole world align itself. He slid his hand over the satin skin of her hip, hooked a thumb into the side of her panties and felt a ribbon bow. He grinned.
“They were my new line,” Kirsty said. “I’m calling it ‘easy access.’”
Lake tugged at the bow and felt the underwear fall away.
“Have I mentioned lately how much I love your lingerie designs?” He shifted to balance her weight between the wall and his hips. His fingers sought her centre, and he groaned to find her wet and ready.
“You want me,” he whispered as his forehead fell against hers. His eyes closed as he concentrated on the feel of her, silken and delicate to his touch.
“Always,” she whispered back. “Always, Lake.”
He couldn’t wait a second longer to feel her around him. Moving his hand away from her, he smiled at her moans of protest as he unzipped his jeans and released himself. He was hard and desperate to get inside her. Three months? It couldn’t have been that long since they’d been together. He was an idiot. But he wouldn’t be one ever again. With no hesitation, he surged inside Kirsty. Her moan of pleasure and completion mirrored his own.
“Love you,” he said before capturing her lips with his.
His tongue plundered as his hips rocked his length into her. He needed her. He needed all of her. She was his. With a gasp and a whine, Kirsty wrenched her lips from his. His name was a moan as she tightened around him, making him lose his own control. They sagged against one another, panting and sated.
“I do love you.” Kirsty kissed the side of his neck.
“Then marry me.”
She made a great effort in lifting her head to look over his shoulder. “Not here.”
“No. Not here.”
“I really wanted a Leap Day wedding.”
He smiled. “I’m not waiting another four years to make you my wife.” He’d waited too long already, putting it on hold while they both got their businesses up and running.
Kirsty ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. She stopped dead. Damn. He’d forgotten about the bullet wound.
“Lake? What’s this?” She pushed at his shoulders, making him back up a little. Then she looked down at her fingers. They were covered in blood. Her face paled. “Lake?”