Page 85 of That Kind of Guy

I couldn’t tell her the truth, but I could enjoy every second I had with her.

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Avery

I wokethat morning with my back arching off the bed and Emmett’s tongue on my clit.

“Good morning,” he murmured against my thigh after making me come. He pressed light kisses across my skin as I sunk back into the pillows, eyes closed and breathing hard.

“It absolutely is.” I glanced down at him with a grin. Was this real? Never in a million years would I predict I’d be so lucky, to wake up like this. “Thank you.”

“You are very, very welcome.” He moved to lay down beside me, propping himself up on his side, watching me with a satisfied smile on his face. He was shirtless, only wearing running shorts, and his cheeks were tinged with pink and bronze. His hair was damp with sweat.

Goddamn, he was good-looking.

I bit my lip. “If I knew you could do that with your mouth, I would have said yes to this a lot faster.”

He laughed. I loved the way the skin around his eyes crinkled when he laughed like that.

“What time is it?”

“A little after nine.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on my arm.

“Did you go for a run already?”

He nodded.

“Early bird,” I whispered and turned on my side, facing him. My body was languid, relaxed, and worn out in the best way. My fingers brushed over his chest and shoulders, tracing the defined muscles. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed your rest after last night.” His gaze flickered with heat, and a wicked smile grew on his features.

I sighed with content. “Last night felt like a dream.”

His smile grew. “A good dream, I hope.”

“The best dream.”

His hand came to my arm, and he brushed his fingers across my skin. He watched his hand closely. “The wedding is tomorrow.”

I nodded. “Mhm.”

His eyes met mine, so beautiful in the morning light. “We still on, Adams?”

There was something about the way he looked at me with that soft, affectionate gaze tinged with uncertainty that made my heart expand in my chest. I was marrying this guy tomorrow, and I didn’t feel a lick of hesitation. I probably should have, because who would do what we were doing? No one. It was crazy. I knew that, and yet, lying in his bed, sated and boneless and comfortable, gazing upon his freaking gorgeous face, running my hands over his incredible body, I couldn’t think of any reasons why weshouldn’tget married tomorrow.

“I’ll be there. I’ll be the one in the white dress.”

He grinned and pulled me against him. “Come here.” His mouth covered mine.

“I have morning breath,” I protested.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled against me.

Our kisses started slow, but apparently, the sex marathon from the last twelve hours hadn’t wrung us out yet because after a few minutes, we became more frantic, and our hands explored. His length pressed against me, and I slipped my hand into his running shorts.

“Wait, I’m sweaty.”

I shook my head at him. “Don’t care.”

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