One Night Stand Bride

“I insist that you do.”

Once in the bedroom he sat her down on the bed, knelt at her feet and took enormous care with removing her shoes, unbuckling the straps with painstakingly slow pulls, watching her as he did it. His gaze flickered as he finally slipped off one shoe and then the other. He lifted her arch to his mouth, kissing it sensuously.

It was such an unexpected move that something akin to nerves popped up, brewing inside until she had to say something to break the weird tension.

“We got through the fundraiser,” she said. “Is this the part where we’re going to talk?”

“Uh-huh,” he purred against her foot and dragged his lips up her leg.

It happened to the be the one revealed by the slit that opened almost all the way to her hipbone, so he had a lot of real estate to cover. Her flesh heated under his mouth, sending an arrow of desire through her core.

“First,” he said. “I’m going to tell you how absolutely wild you drive me. Are you listening??

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He nibbled at the skin of her thigh and slid a hand up the inside of her dress, exactly as she’d imagined he would—at the table while they were eating dinner. She’d envisioned it being a huge turn-on to have his hands under her dress while they were sitting there with members of high society, especially given how sanctimonious they’d all been about the photograph. And Hendrix had taken that possibility off the table and opened up a whole different world at the same time.

This wasn’t a turn-on because she was putting one over on the high and mighty. It was a turn-on because of the man doing the caressing. Exactly as he’d suggested, taking their sex life behind closed doors put a sheen on the encounter that she couldn’t recall ever having felt before.

“I hear you,” she whispered. “Tell me more.”

His fingers slid higher, slowly working their way toward the edge of her panties and then dipping underneath the hem to knuckle across her sex. She gasped as the contact sang through her, automatically widening her legs to give him plenty of access.

“Wild.” He gathered her dress in one hand as he slid up the other leg to bunch the red silk at her thighs. “Do you have any concept of how difficult it was to tell you no at the fundraiser?”

“Seemed pretty easy to me,” she mumbled and immediately felt like a selfish shrew. “But I’m sure it wasn’t.”

“No,” he agreed far too graciously instead of calling her on her cattiness like he should have. “I carried around a boner for at least half the time. This dress...” He heaved a lusty sigh as he trailed a finger from the fabric gathered over her shoulder down over her breasts, which tightened deliciously from no more than that light touch. “I’m going to have to do this the right way.”

“Because you have such a habit of doing it wrong?” she suggested sarcastically.

“I mean, I can’t take it off. Not yet.” He speared her with a glance so laden with heat and implications that her core went slick and achy instantly, even before he put his hands under the skirt and hooked her underwear, drawing off the damp scrap to toss it over his shoulder.

Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he spread her thighs and treated her to the deepest, wettest French kiss imaginable. A moan escaped her throat as he lit her up from the inside out, heat exploding along her skin as Hendrix set fire to every inch of her body. He closed his eyes as he pleasured her and she could scarcely look away from the raw need plastered all over his face.

It should be the other way around. He had his mouth on her in the most intimate of kisses, and she felt herself coming apart as she watched his tongue swirl through her folds. His fingers twined through the silk of her dress, the one he’d given her as a sweet, unexpected gift, and that gave everything a significance she scarcely understood.

The release rolled through her, made so much more powerful by the fact that he was letting her see how much she affected him. He was still telling her how wild he was over her, and she was still listening. When she came, she cried out his name, hands to his jaw because she couldn’t stand not touching him as her flesh separated from her bones, breaking her into a million unrecoverable pieces.

His eyes blinked open, allowing him to witness it as she slid into oblivion and it was a horrible shame that he wasn’t right there with her. She wanted that, wanted to watch him come apart with abandon.

“Make love to me,” she murmured and guided his lips to hers for a kiss that tasted like earth and fire. It was elemental in all its glory and she wanted more.

He got out of his clothes fast enough to communicate how much he liked that suggestion but when he reached for her, she pulled him onto the bed in the same position she’d just been in and straddled him, still wearing the dress.

“I might never take it off again,” she informed him as she settled against his groin, teasing him with her still-damp core. Hard, thick flesh met hers and she wanted him with a fierceness she could hardly contain.

He groaned as she arched her back, thrusting her covered breasts against his chest. “It feels divine.”

And that was enough of a recommendation for her to keep going, exactly like this. She pulled a condom from the gathered place at her waist, which she’d stashed there earlier in hopes of finding a closet at the fundraiser, but this was far better.

His gaze reflected his agreement, going hot with understanding as he spied the package in her fingers. “I see you attended the fundraiser fully prepared to go the distance.”

“Yeah. But it’s okay. This is exactly the way our evening was supposed to go.” How he’d converted her, she still didn’t know. But it sure felt like how this ride should be experienced. If it wasn’t, she didn’t want to know about it.

Condom in place, she slid down until they were joined and he was so deep inside that there was no room for anything else. He captured her gaze and held it for an eternity, even as he slid his arms around her to hold her tight. It was the most intimate position she’d ever been in with another human being and it was so beautiful her heart ached.

And then it got even better as they moved in tandem in a sensuous rolling rhythm unlike anything she’d ever felt. Her head tipped back as she rode the wave of sensation and Hendrix fused his mouth to her throat, suckling at her skin. He murmured things against it, telling her how much he liked the way she felt, how sexy she was. The pretty words infused her blood, heightening the experience.