Page 93 of The Wedding Engagement

For a second, he forgot every word in his vocabulary. Then, when his voice did emerge, it was hoarse. “Yeah?”

Her eyes were so big and wide. “Can I kiss you?”

His brain ground to a complete halt. He managed to utter another “yeah” before she leaned in to brush those soft, plump lips against his, closing down all logical thought processes. Including the one that was telling him to keep his hard-on away from her, because he let her press right against him as she dipped her tongue into his mouth and ramped his heart rate out of control.

The feel of her mouth on his was so achingly good. He’d been craving more of it ever since that kiss on Skye. And the scent of her, God, it drove him crazy.

A desperate need pooled low in his belly. But he wanted everything to be on her terms. She’d come so far in being this open with him, disclosing deep vulnerabilities that must have left her feeling raw and exposed.

So he let her take control, let her guide him where she wanted. He slid his tongue against hers as she pushed her hands into his hair and ground her hips into his, making him groan with need. Then she rolled on top of him and he surrendered himself to her as she lifted his arms above his head, removing his T-shirt and then entwining her fingers with his, all the while torturing him with her soft, hot mouth. He wanted that mouth all over his body.

Her kiss left him breathless, and every time she broke away, he hungrily searched for her again, ravaging her with his tongue when she came back to him. Until, eventually, she broke off and sat up, straddling his hips and breathing heavily.

For a desperate moment he thought she was going to stop. But instead, she grasped the bottom of her T-shirt—his T-shirt—andby God, if Olivia Holland lifting his shirt over her head wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d witnessed in his entire life.

He was paralyzed—staring as her luscious breasts were revealed and she dropped the shirt onto the floor. His hands moved instinctively, almost of their own accord, sliding up the smooth skin of her stomach to cup her softness with both hands as she came back down to kiss him again, his thumbs grazing the hard peaks of her nipples. For a moment a weird thought entered his mind that he wished he’d moisturized his hands in case they were too rough for such delicate, soft skin.

She felt so good. Tasted so good. And now she was sliding off her shorts and kissing her way down his abdomen.Holy fuck.

Liv tugged the cotton of his underwear to slide it over his legs and off, and the way she was looking up at him was something else. Like all she ever wanted to look at was him.

“You’re so hot,” she whispered, and it blew his mind. Then she bent down to take him into her mouth and the bolt of pleasure made him jerk his hips off the bed with a groan.

He slipped his fingers into her hair as she pumped him in and out, the soft heat of her mouth making him ache. “Liv,” he said, unable to believe this was really happening. That the woman he’d wanted for what felt like an eternity had him at her mercy, laid out bare and desperate for more.

He wanted to make her moan.

Twisting his fingers into her hair, he used the gentle traction to lift her head. “Come here,” he said, his voice sounding more like the growl of a wild animal than his own. She obeyed, crawling up him, her smooth skin brushing against his in the most exquisite manner. She lay on top of him as he ran his hands all over her naked body.

He felt like she was made to be under his hands. Designed to fit against him and surround him. He cupped her delectable arse,grinding into her as he kissed and gently bit the soft skin of her neck.

Her breathing was already ragged, and the sound of it was so fucking hot. When he slipped his fingers between her legs and began to tease her, they slid easily through her folds. His desire ramped up impossibly further as he realized how ready for him she already was.

She was moaning his name against his mouth and he didn’t want her to stop. He pushed her harder, tuning in to how to touch her in order to tease out more of her delicious sounds.

Liv began to buckle against his fingers, so he slid them inside, eliciting a sweet gasp. He gave her some languid rubs of his thumb in tandem with the push and pull of his fingers until her heat clenched around him. He kept up his movements, the roll of her climax moving over his fingers as he shifted his open-mouthed kisses over her face.

Eventually, she stilled on top of him, her skin slick against his, breathing heavily.

Arran paused for a few seconds, holding her head against his neck. Then he gently rolled them over, securing her with his weight. He waited until she opened her eyes, staring into them as he kissed her.

She smiled, lifting one hand into his hair and grabbing his arse with the other. She squeezed, pushing him more intimately, until his tip was teasing her entrance.

“Wait,” he said, catching her chin in his fingers and looking into her eyes, needing to know this was okay so soon after her emotional unloading. “Are you sure?”

“Are you joking?” she replied, her eyes widening. “If this doesn’t happen in the next couple of seconds I’m pretty sure I’m going to die.”

He chuckled softly, knowing exactly what she meant butchoosing to delay a little longer, to intensify the sensations. “Really? As in, death by cock?”

“No,” she deadpanned. “Death bylack ofcock.”

“A serious affliction,” he murmured against her neck. “Just let me grab a condom.”

Reaching into the bedside drawer, he took one out, dealing hastily with the wrapper and sliding it on.

Liv was pulling him in again, and that was as much delay as he could stand.

He paused for a second to hold her beautiful face, then drove into her, groaning at how her heat surrounded him so tightly, how she gripped him as he thrust in and out.

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