I Can Explain (Awkward Love 2)

“Four,” I reply, glancing at my watch. “So, we have two hours to fill in.”

“Two hours,” she repeats slowly. She raises her eyebrows, her eyes sparkling. “How on earth are we going to manage that?”

I chuckle and stand up, taking her hand.

“I can think of a few ways,” I tease. She giggles as she lets me help her to her feet.We race back to the hotel like a couple of horny teenagers, kissing and touching each other along the way. The moment the doors close on that elevator, I'm all over her. I tilt her face, so I can kiss her neck, and press her up against the wall. She groans as my hands roam over her dress. I press my mouth against hers.

She sighs, her hand running down over my erection. I groan, barely able to control myself. At this point, I don't care who enters the elevator, because removing my hands from her body just isn’t possible.

We stumble out on our floor and race down the hallway until we’re outside our rooms. I lift her into my arms and swipe my key, swinging the door open, while still managing to kiss her. She sighs as I carry her over to the bed and throw her down. All I want to do is get her out of that dress and fuck her as hard as she can take it. She sits up, unzipping the back of her dress, while I watch. I step forward, ready to assist, but she stops me.

“Uh-uh. Stand back there,” she says, a devilish smile forming on her lips.

I groan but do as I’m told.

She stands, ensuring that she’s just out of my reach, before she lowers the delicate lace straps of her dress. I swallow, my throat dry as she inches the dress lower and lower, before eventually letting it go.

“Stay there,” she murmurs, sensing my urge to touch her.

She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, holding the fabric over her breasts while she unthreads her arms. Then she slides her panties down over her legs, before stepping out of them.

God, she’s incredible.

Fuck her rules. With a growl, I lunge forward and take her into my arms, throwing her back down on the bed. She laughs as I lift her legs over my shoulders. I unzip my pants and free my cock, lining it up with her pussy. She gasps as I thrust myself inside her with more urgency and determination than I ever have before. Watching her strip like that almost had me coming there and then, so I know I’m close.

I kiss her thighs as I ram myself into her. She gasps, reaching above her head to the wall for support. I growl as my body convulses, and I come, releasing hard into her wet pussy.

She gasps and clenches her thighs around my neck as my length fills her. Breathless and exhausted I groan as my movements slow to a gentle rock.

“Wow,” she mumbles, her eyes wide. She laughs as I lower her legs and collapse onto the bed next to her. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“Sorry,” I grin. “I guess seeing you in that dress really turned me on.”

She smiles and rolls over, nestling into my arms. She falls asleep as I stroke her hair. I watch her, letting her rest, because she fucking earned it. When she wakes up, I’ll tell her everything. I watch her sleep, in awe of how beautiful she is. The way she makes me feel is so surreal, like I can’t quite let myself believe that things could be this good.We make it back to the reception just before the bride and groom arrive. Even though I intended on staying awake, I must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, it was nearly four.

We spend the next hour staying out of people’s way and pretending that neither of us notice the whispering and pointing. Maybe now would be a good time to tell her the truth. I glance around to make sure we’re alone, but before I can broach the subject, she turns to me.

“I’m just going to run to the bathroom,” she whispers in my ear.

She’d been gone for a few minutes, when someone approaches me. They clear their throats, and I look up. I stiffen when I see Casey’s parents standing there. I've done my best to avoid them all day, but it seems they were just waiting for the chance to talk to me alone. I haven’t seen or spoken to them since before my split with Casey.

God knows what they think of me, or what she’s told them.

“I guess I should thank you for not ruining our daughter’s day,” her father says gruffly.

“Oh, I did my best to refrain from doing that,” I say.

I’m not helping the situation with my tone, but I can’t help myself. I didn’t even like them when Casey and I were together. He glares at me.