Falling for the Groomsman (Wedding Dare #1)(30)
Author: Diane Alberts

“Is that why you made a list?” he asked. “To stop planning everything?”

She laughed. “Kinda backward, huh? But…yes. That’s why.”

He swallowed hard. “You know, when I touch you like this…” He ran his hands up her sides. They were sweaty and a little bit shaky. “I remember what it’s like to really feel something. I’d forgotten how you made me feel. How to feel, even.”

Her lips trembled. “Tyler.”

His cradled her cheeks with his hands and leaned in. When his mouth closed on hers, he kissed her with all the pent-up passion and uncertainty he was feeling. Lately? It was a hell of a lot. When it came to her, he didn’t know what he felt. But something told him if he wasn’t careful, by the time they were finished with each other…

He would need her more than he needed medicine.

Whatever this thing was between them, it had started down in Mexico, and had been left in waiting until they saw each other again. Now it was alive and real, and he didn’t know what to do about it. She moaned and her nails dug into his chest through his shirt. She kissed the spot under his ear and reached down between them, cupping his c**k and squeezing gently.

He closed his eyes and groaned. “Red…”

If he did this—if he took her now, everything would be different. He would be different. When this wedding was over, if she didn’t want to see him again…he’d be a shell of a man. He should walk away now. Keep himself protected and free. This thing between them was supposed to be a onetime f**k.

A scratching of an itch, just like he’d said.

But it felt like more.

And if he wanted more, he should say so up front. He should come up with a plan to have more, because after this wedding was over, they’d be in different states. But the words wouldn’t come, and instead of pushing her away, he brought his lips to hers, kissing her sweetly. They could talk later, damn it. When she wasn’t touching him and so damn close he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. From taking what she offered.

She massaged his c**k with one hand, and the other rested over his heart. Rolling her underneath of him, making sure to move slowly enough that he didn’t injure her ankle even more, he situated himself between her legs before deepening the kiss. With his free hand, he unzipped the bag so they could move more easily.

She ran her fingers down his back gently, her featherlight touches driving him mad. He slanted his mouth over hers and slid his hand under her shirt, needing to touch her bare skin. She trembled and arched into his hand, wanting him to touch her more.

And f**k, he wanted to, too. Everywhere.

She deepened the kiss, the heel of her good leg digging into his ass, and rubbed against his cock. Knowing her heat was just a few scraps of clothing away made his stomach clench with need, a need that if left unanswered would eat him alive. He broke free of their kiss and bit down on her shoulder, then lower, on the swell of her breast.

Maybe this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t stop now.

She yanked his shirt off impatiently. He freed his head from the garment, and took off her shirt, too. Next came the bra, followed by the rest of her clothes. His followed, and soon they were naked in the woods. Again.

Next time, he’d make sure they were in a f**king bed.

He grabbed a condom before they got too hot and heavy, but the whole time he reached for one, her fingers worked over him. She ran her hands over his back, and slid forward to close around his c**k again. “Now, Tyler.”

He moved up a tiny bit and sucked on her nipple, hard and fast. She let out a mewling sound and urged him closer. He sucked harder, using his teeth to create a friction for her. Her head tossed back and forth, and she panted into the night air. When he bit down gently on the extended bud, she shrieked and arched her back even higher.

Begging him for more, just like he liked it.

He pulled back and slid his fingers in between her legs. She was soaking wet, hot and inviting. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and forget about everything but making her moan his name. But she wasn’t ready yet.

He needed to make her scream again.

He moved to her other breast and scraped his teeth against her sensitive nipple, not stopping until she squirmed and begged. Still not enough.

“Tyler.” When she whimpered and raked her nails down his back, he thrust a finger inside her at the same time he sucked her nipple hard. She screamed and dug her heel into the ground, her other leg straight out.

Groaning, he removed one finger, replacing it with two. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“God, I’m yours.” She yanked at his hair, pulling him up for a kiss. “All yours.”

“Fucking right.”

He captured her mouth and thrust his tongue into her mouth in tune with his fingers. As his fingers pumped inside her, he broke off the kiss and situated himself between her legs, sliding down her body inch by torturous inch. He traced a damp finger down her slit before thrusting it inside. He watched as her muscles clenched down on his finger, the pink sweetness begging to be touched. To be licked. The sight drove him f**king wild.

His. All his.

The second his mouth touched her, she cried out and clenched down hard on his finger. He flicked his tongue over her clit, savoring her sweet taste.

She shuddered and clung to him. “Again, Tyler.”

He pulled his fingers out and plunged them again. Hard. At the same time, he closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. As he rolled his tongue over her, never breaking suction, he moved his fingers, hard and fast.

There was no going easy on her. Not anymore.

He could feel how close she was to coming. Could feel it in the way her muscles clenched down, squeezing his knuckles. He deepened his intimate kiss, rolling his tongue over her again and again until she cried out and came against his lips. Even though he wanted nothing more than to drive inside her right away, he hesitated.

Her back was scratched up and her ankle hurt too much for her to be on top.

When she relaxed, he withdrew and flipped her over onto her knees with one smooth motion. He pressed the tip of his sheathed dick against her clit and bumped it once, twice, a third time. She screamed out and climaxed again, her nails scratching at the dirt in front of her.

As she convulsed, he entered her from behind, burying himself completely. Her warmth surrounded him, and he curled his hands around her hips. Holding her in place, he slammed inside her again. He moved faster, harder and harder, and her cries grew louder and louder.

“Mine,” he growled, slapping her ass gently. “Say you’re mine, or I’ll stop.”