Page 55 of Always a Bridesmaid

“Trust me. They heard.”

She pushed at his chest. “Jerk.”

He caught her hand. His eyes darted over her head and his lips curled up in a grin. He’d spotted her book. “A little bedtime reading?”

“Why are you here?”

“Because of this.” He brought his mouth down on hers in a kiss that sent her mind spinning. Because kissing Henry was like being reborn. The past and the future ceased to matter and all she could feel, focus on, was the present.

He didn’t start slow and work his way up. Nope, he went in like he was pumped full of nitro, all pedal and no brakes.

One hand rested on her hip, his thumb making lazy circles on her bare ass cheek. Her hands, however, were everywhere. His chest, pecs, biceps, threaded in his hair. She couldn’t get enough. When he suddenly pulled back, she chased his lips but there was too much distance between them to retain contact.

“Your choice, love. Are we still not doing this?”

Jane thought of all the reasons to say no, like how he would have to sneak out later without being caught, but they all paled in comparison to how badly she wanted this man. “Oh, we’re doing this.”

“Then I guess it’s time for a little bedtime story.”

Jane was a little confused as to what he was talking about until he reached for her book and opened it to the last chapter she’d read. She sat on the bed as he scanned the page and when his eyes met hers over the top of the paperback, they were heated and dilated.

“She wrapped her hand around his impressive erection and gave it a few strokes,”he read.“Slow then fast, slow then fast. From base to tip and back down again. ‘Much more of that and this will be over before I get the chance to taste you. All of you.’”

“Do you want me to taste you, love?”

“Desperately.”

“Where?”

Jane let her bent knees fall to the side, which tugged at herHenry Norrisshirt, which was now curled at her belly.

Henry looked down at her exposed core and groaned. But instead of tasting her, he went back to the book.

“He was cupping her hips and dragging her over him until she was on her knees and he was under her. The position was new and erotic and made her feel alive. His mouth skimmed along her inner thigh, his teeth nibbling the sensitive flesh right below her slit, sending her heart skittering into overdrive.”

“Is that what I do to you? Make you feel alive?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Yes. Do I make you feel that way?”

“You make me feel more than alive. When I’m with you it’s like I can finally breathe. Now come here.”

Just like the book said, he cupped her hip and pulled her across the bed toward him. Then he was on his back, and she was straddling his face. He kissed her inner thigh, then the other before handing her the book.

“Keep reading, love.”

All she could do was take the book and nod.

“He passed over where she needed him most and started the same torture on her other thigh, again stopping just shy of the finish line,”Jane read, and she could feel the heat pool between her legs.“‘Taste me now,’ she whimpered.”

“As the lady wishes.”

Henry pressed an open-mouthed kiss right where she needed it, and Jane nearly dropped the book.

“Keep reading or I will stop,” he said.

Jane forced her eyes to focus on the words.

“He chuckled against her and she could feel the warm puffs of breath on her skin. Then she felt his tongue—right up the center. He tasted her again and again until her hips were bucking. If he hadn’t been holding her thighs, she might have smothered him.”

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