“No truer words, Kin.” He hovered over me, his lips gentle on mine. “I never want to leave this room.”
I rubbed the upper part of my heel down his thigh. He still had his jeans on. I still had my panties on for that matter. He’d just shoved them aside and slid in. And yet I still felt like purring like a contented cat. In fact, I could curl up right now and take a nap.
My arms slid away from his shoulders to flop on the plastic-wrapped mattress.
He laughed. “Is that—oh, man, you rocked my world? Or thank God today is over?”
I opened one eye. “Need a little ego stroke.” I tightened myself around him still inside me.
He groaned as he dropped his chin to his chest with a hiss. “Oh, I don’t need that. I felt how hard you came. And how hard I’m going to make you come again.”
“Is that a fact?” I hooked my knee around his waist, holding him tighter. “Round two so soon?”
“I’m good until sunrise.” He curled his arm under me and lifted me like I was no more than a blanket.
I yelped as he shifted to sit on the mattress and sat me astride him. I tipped my head back at the fullness and his recovery time. I mean, he’d finished, right?
My dress was half off my shoulder and my nipple was caught on the edge of my slip. Which August was fully taking advantage of. Jeez, he was good at that. He sucked harder, making everything in me clench.
He scraped his teeth up over the middle of my chest to my throat. “If only I had a second condom.”
I laced my fingers at the back of his neck as he drew me up straight. “I thought you were a Boy Scout?”
“Fuck no. I suck at being a joiner. Really good at building shit for people though.”
“Exceptional.” I tightened my knees along his hips to hold him where I wanted him. I so shouldn’t be. But I couldn’t remember feeling so deliciously sated and on edge at the same time. I counted myself lucky if an orgasm was included with some form of friction.
Especially something like this. Under the cover of night in a place we shouldn’t be. Or maybe that was what had made it so good? I wasn’t exactly the illicit sex kind of girl. Heck, I wasn’t a booty call kind of girl, period.
Not that he was a booty call.
Nope, he was even worse. A wedding reception hookup. Not that I’d actually made it into the reception. Oh, and couldn’t forget the fact that he was my best friend’s brother.
“Where did you go?” He dug his fingers into my ass.
“I was just thinking how unusual this is for me.”
“Me too.” He tipped his forehead to touch mine. “I’ve wanted this for—”
My phone started vibrating. Dammit.
“How do you have a pocket in this thing?” August tugged at the flowy layer pooling between us.
“Yes, because I can sew. And every woman should have pockets in her dress for just these times.”
He wrapped his arm around my back. “Ignore it.”
I wanted to. What had he been saying? Had he really wanted me before tonight?
Then he was kissing me again. And he really deserved a few gold medals in that arena. He cupped my jaw and his flavor and scent just seeped into my bones.
My phone pulsed against my belly twice more.
“Ignore it,” he said against my mouth and dragged me back under.
The ice cream truck chime had me scrambling off him, almost tripping in my haste to get off.