Page 77 of Bumping into You

“Thank you, Maggie,” I say, seeing Gwen grinning out of the corner of my eye.

At dinner, we’re seated closely together at a large, rounded table. After ordering our meals, we chat about our days. Trent and Greg fill in the rest of the group on the WaveRider fun and the bellyflop competition.

My thoughts are all on Gwen though. How she looked in her bathing suit. Seeing her cheer me on at the bellyflop competition. And now, all dressed up in this gorgeous dress.

She shifts in her seat, and her dress falls away at the slit, exposing her leg to me. I’m immediately overcome with the urge to touch her. I slip my hand under the tablecloth so no one can see and then place my hand gently on her exposed thigh.

She jolts slightly at my touch, coughing as she inhales some water.

“You okay?” Gillian asks her.

“Mmhmm,” she responds. Then she gives me a look that screams at me to behave.

Chuckling, I turn back to the conversation, my hand never leaving her leg. Instead, I rub my thumb up and down her thigh. Her skin is so soft, so luxurious. It’s only when our meal comes that I move my hand off her so I can eat. Her face, pouting slightly at the loss, makes me grin.

“Is everything alright, G?” asks Holly, “Is something wrong with your meal?”

I chuckle lightly beside her, and she looks at me as if to scold me before looking over at her friend. Shaking her head, she replies, “No, everything is good. It’s just a little cold in here is all.”

“Tell me about it,” says Margot, who is wearing a short strapless dress. “I should have worn a long-sleeve dress. It’s freezing in this dining room!”

Holly agrees, and the group chimes in about the temperature of the room.

Leaning over to Gwen, I whisper, “You won’t be cold for long,mo ghrá. I’ll warm you up later tonight.”

She swats my side, shushing me, but the slight rose coloring of her cheeks tells me she won’t mind being warmed up at all.

As our desserts come out, Gwen tells the group, “As you all know, tomorrow night is the rehearsal dinner. We have planned activities for the bachelor and bachelorette “party” days. After breakfast in the morning, we will all split off for the day and won’t meet back up until the rehearsal at five o’clock on the Sun Deck, followed by a rehearsal dinner at Kings’ Grille, one of the ship’s specialty steakhouses. You’ll all find your activities list for anything that is prescheduled on your apps in the morning. If you have any questions for me, I’ll be just a text away.”

Everyone acknowledges the plans for tomorrow, then we split up, some people heading back to their rooms, like myself and Gwen, and others heading back to the Grand Prominade for some professional pictures.

After saying goodnight to the others, we go into our separate rooms. I tug at my tie to loosen it up, then swiftly kick off my shoes and knock on the adjoining door. Hearing her shuffling around in the room, I lean against the frame to wait.

“Hi,” Gwen says breathlessly as she swings open the door.

“Hello,” I say, my gaze landing on her bare feet. She’s kicked off her heels, and even though they looked sexy on her, the sight of her bare feet makes me swallow hard.

“Would you like to—” she starts, but I pull her into my room and against me in the span of a heartbeat.

Kissing her feels like heaven. I’ve been in agony watching her talk all evening, knowing how her lips feel against mine. My hands roam over her body, landing on the open back of the dress, and I moan into her as I trace my hand over her soft skin.

She presses against me harder, our mouths opening slightly to deepen the kiss as we taste each other again. Matching me with every kiss, every touch, every taste, she starts to unbutton my shirt, making my heart race in my chest.

I kiss her mouth, then move toward her neck, my hands roaming all over her. I want to touch everything, from her silky hair flowing down her shoulders to her soft skin. The exposed parts of her call to me and remind me of the gloriousness underneath that dress.

She undoes the last button on my shirt, leaving my loosened tie against my bare chest. I pull my shirt off as I continue to kiss her. Without hesitation, she begins to unbutton my pants, letting them fall to the floor before I step out of them completely, tripping slightly over the flipflops I’d left on the ground. I’m left in nothing but my boxer briefs and my tie.

She grabs a hold of the tie and pulls me tighter against her mouth like she can’t stand the thought of even a centimeter of space separating us. I reach up to unbuckle the top of her dress, but she swats my hand away. She pulls on my tie, leading me to the bed before spinning us around and pinning my legs against the side of the mattress. With a grin, she pushes me back, but I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her down with me.

Gwen is above me, the light like a halo around her, making her look like a beautiful angel with her dress billowing over me. Theslit in her dress rides up higher to show she’s wearing nothing underneath.

I let out a growl, my breath catching in my throat at the knowledge.

She has a smirk on her face as she traces her hands over my bare chest, about to have her way with me. And I want nothing more.

The thin fabric of my boxer briefs is the only barrier between us. Gwen’s hands glide down my stomach toward the top of them, and my stomach jolts at the chill it sends through me. Her touch is maddening playing at the edges of what I want, and I groan with need, causing her to pause and glance up at me.

A wicked smile breaks across her face as she scoots back off my legs, pulling down my boxer briefs, then sitting back atop my legs once more as she takes me in her hands. I buck at the touch, unable to control myself. Her hands are soft and smooth against me, a drastic difference to how hard I’ve become. After torturing myself with being in her presence but unable to have her, I’m almost in pain with want, with need.

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