Wild With You (Independence Falls 4)

“My turn,” he said, extending his hand, drawing her up from the floor.

“We’ll miss the buffet,” she teased.

Wrapping his hands around her waist beneath her open shirt, he guided her until the back of her calves touched a barrel lying on its side. Gently, he lowered her down, positioning her bottom at the curved edge.

“I’ll feed you later,” he said, dropping to his knees between her spread legs. He tossed the see-­through fabric up to her waist. His hands moved to her thighs, drawing the pencil skirt up. And his fingers toyed with the edge of her panties.

“You lied,” he murmured, staring at the proof.

“I said ‘what if.’ I don’t crash weddings without underwear,” she murmured, the near-­breathless sound of her voice betraying her desire. “And don’t even think about walking away with those.”

“Hmm, I like the idea of you spending the rest of the night without your underwear.” He drew the wet slip of lace aside and lowered his mouth, licking until she let out a soft moan.

“I want you, Brody. Inside me,” she said. “I don’t care if the barrel breaks. Take me in a pool of wine. Please.”

Brody drew back, his gaze traveling to where her hands moved over her breasts. She might have said please, but she wasn’t begging. Kat was issuing an order. And he wanted to comply, but—­

“I don’t have a condom.” He slipped a finger inside and felt her tense around him. Her hips lifted off the barrel, demanding more. He added a second and she arched, her bottom pressing into the barrel’s metal-­rimed edge.

“Ouch,” she muttered, quickly lifting up.

“We’re not breaking out the wine tonight,” he said, slipping his fingers out. Rising up on his knees, he wrapped his hands around her waist and took her with him as he moved to the floor. Letting go, he laid down on his back. “Hold your skirt up and kneel over my face.”

She followed his instructions, allowing him to draw her panties aside with one hand as he ran his tongue over her. His free hand squeezed her ass, his fingers following the line of her thong. Kat moaned, her hips moving over his mouth, demanding more. He felt her control slip away, her movements driven by a desire to get there, to reach the peak of pleasure.

She cried out and her body fell forward, her hands pressing into the cellar floor above his head. Her skirt buried his face as she came and he didn’t give a damn.

Her thighs trembled as the orgasm swept over her and then receded. Brody reached for her waist, drawing her away from his mouth. Sliding down his torso, she collapsed on his chest, her bre

athing erratic.

Overhead, he heard the DJ calling the guests up to their seats for the best man’s speech. The shuffle of shoes on hardwood drowned out the rest of the announcement.

Sitting up, the fact that he was naked on the cellar floor at his friend’s wedding sank in. He glanced at the woman who’d delivered him to this place—­this moment—­his mind so overrun with wanting her he didn’t care where they were.

Kat smoothened her hands over her skirt. “I’ll go up first.”

“They’re going to figure it out.” He reached for his clothes. “I’m sorry—­”

“For letting me drag you away from the reception?” She shook her head. “That wasn’t your fault. If you want to apologize for something, tell me you’re sorry you didn’t bring a condom.”

He let out a laugh as he secured his pants. “I am.”

“I forgive you. But next time be more prepared.”

She turned and headed for the stairs.

Next time? There wouldn’t be a “next time.” Hell, he shouldn’t have followed her down here, knowing the need to have her would override everything else. The more he learned about Dr. Katherine Arnold, from the childhood that had left her feeling unwanted to the fact that she hated pity, he knew she deserved someone who would go all in for her. But he wasn’t in a position to be that man beyond the bedroom walls.

You haven’t taken her to bed yet. You just buried your face between her legs on the floor of a wine cellar.

“Kat,” he called.

She paused, glancing back at him. Her right hand maintained a firm grip on the banister as she raised an eyebrow.

“As much as I want to take you out and then back to my bed,” he said, “there won’t be a next time.”

“Careful Brody.” Her lips formed a wicked smile. “I’ve never met a challenge I couldn’t conquer.”