Page 7 of In It to Win It

TAYLOR

Well,this is unexpected.

And . . . hot.

I’ve been dreading this wedding, knowing it’s going to make me feel like a failure in the Department of Romantic Attachments all over again. I’ve been through bad dates, mad breakups, and sad disappointments.

But . . . wow. JP Wynn is such a sexy bad boy. And he wants me. Why shouldn’t I have a one-night pre-wedding fling?

I saw the way every other woman there tonight looked at him. He’s so brazenly masculine . . . big, hard body, dark hair and beard stubble, gorgeous blue eyes, and a cocky smirk that promises all the wicked things he’d like to do to me . . . some of which he actually said out loud, which is so . . .bad.

This is the Wynn brother I’m supposed to hate. He’s a dick. He stole his own brother’s girlfriend. What kind of jerk would do that? I know they’re trying to get past it, but I formed my impression of him before I even met him—from that, and from his hockey play. I’m not supposed to like him. Only now . . . I’m ready to lose my panties over him.

I’m a little horrified by this.

And excited.

I told myself I should walk out of the hotel, get home early, and sleep alone the night before the wedding. I shouldnotgo to the hotel room of a man I barely know . . . but here I am.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

As I turn to face him, I register minimal details about the suite JP’s staying in—doors onto a balcony that overlooks the ocean open to the fresh evening breeze, a thick rug on the dark wood floor, cream and blue décor, and a door to a bedroom with a huge bed covered in a white duvet.

“This suite is lovely,” I say in a husky voice as I drop my purse and my bag on the coffee table.

A stupid thing to say. I should be making some kind of sexy, sophisticated remark.

He walks toward me, eyes on my face, stopping in front of me. He’s tall. And I’m even wearing three-inch heels. “So are you.”

He reaches for me and uses both hands to smooth my hair back, so gently, then he cups my face. His eyes smolder blue and his mouth is ridiculous . . . sharply carved, with a perfect full bottom lip.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he says gruffly.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me.”

“I . . . do.”

“Fuck, so do I.” With a groan, his thick eyelashes lower and his mouth touches mine.

It’s a soft kiss, long and gentle and anticipatory. Sparks float through my veins. My belly flip-flops, heat pooling low inside me. Then he lifts his mouth, tilts my head with his big hands, and kisses me again, this time opening his mouth on mine.

I whimper and open to him as he licks inside my mouth. His tongue is strong and hot, sliding against mine, and heat sweeps through me like wildfire. I slide my hands around the back of his neck and press closer still, body to body, and he’s aroused. So am I.

His kisses are delicious, his mouth firm and demanding, his tongue licking into my mouth so hot I think my bones are melting. I press myself harder against his erection and he groans. “Wow,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek. “You are so fucking hot.”

“So are you. You’re a good kisser.”

“Give me that mouth again.”

His words have my belly squeezing with excitement and we kiss again, long, deep, wet, and scorching hot. Flames build inside me like a match thrown on dry kindling.

JP’s hands move over me, sliding down to my ass to pull me up against him. I love how he squeezes me, then coasts his hands up my sides to brush against the sides of my breasts. I want his hands on my skin, everywhere. The ache between my legs is relentless. Insistent. I also wantmyhands onhim,everywhere, feeling every hard muscle, especially that one that’s so rigid behind his zipper.

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” His hands move over me, seeking the zipper. “I need to see your sexy body. And get my hands on you.”

“On the side.” Breathless, I reach for the zipper myself, but he takes over, yanking it down and letting the dress fall off me. I undo my bra and toss it aside as he drags my panties down my legs.

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