The scrap of lace ends up in his shorts pocket instead of on the chair, and all my usual snappy comebacks are nowhere to be found. I’m having no trouble keeping quiet as he ordered in his oh, so sweet way.
Was he worried I wouldn’t return his words of love and therefore he’s playing it safe and cutting me off at the pass?
He turns his back, so he’s facing the overflowing chair and lifts his shirt over his head, adding his contribution to the mountain of clothes. I only get a second to take in the perfection of his back before he turns toward me.
You could knock me down with a feather.
Yes, his chest is bare, and his abs are on display, but it’s the lust in his eyes that has all reason leaving me.
His tan skin is bathed in the softness of the glow from the night’s sky that is slowly slipping away, soon to leave us in the dark. For now, the white walls are painted with pink and orange hues of the setting summer sun sneaking in through the window.
I’m thinking he’s going to lay me down on the now available bed. Instead, he walks up to me, slides his hand into my hair, and devours me with a kiss that has my breasts feeling heavy, my stomach tightening, and my legs quivering.
“I fucking need you, Mason.” He breathes into my mouth, taking me in another all-encompassing kiss and not giving me the opportunity to reply.
He untangles one of his hands from my hair and traces my body as though he’s memorizing my outline. His other hand now gently tickles down my neck, over my sternum, my breast, and when he gets just below my belly button, the anticipation is killing me. I know where I want his hand to go, and he does too. If only he wasn’t slowly torturing me and prolonging his sweet seduction.
As I had hoped, my dress provides him easy access. He only has to inch it up ever so slightly, and with a little bend of his knees, one of his hands is caressing my ass.
I’m entranced by the electricity he’s trailing all over my body while continuing to kiss me senseless. The feel of his fingertips remains where he touched me moments before even though his hand is now turning me so my back is to his front.
My dress continues to work as my ally when one of his hands slips under the front of my dress while his other is laid across my stomach, pressing me against his very large erection. My mind is just starting to register how an erection that size is going to fit when his finger slips under the lace not currently in his pocket.
His fingers work their magic while his lips burn a path up my neck so his tongue can trace the shell of my ear.
He must be able to feel my heart pumping with every scorching touch of my skin. How could he not? The thundering of my heartbeat fills my ears. The only other thing able to pierce its pounding is the sound of his breath sending me off into my own little world of ecstasy.
Bringing me to the edge of combustion, he removes his hand and releases my waist. Turning me around, he says, “Arms up.”
Without hesitation, I do as requested, and my dress is over my head and on the floor. Taking a step back, he looks me over from head to toe but not in a demeaning way. He’s admiring me. Lovingly.
Bringing his hand to his heart, he nearly brings me to my knees. “I have never seen anything so beautiful.” He moves closer, erasing the space between us. “No sunrise or sunset could even come close.”
“Miles…” I try to speak, but he interrupts me.
“Lie down, baby.”
Without giving it a second thought, I once again do as he asks, and what comes next is a night bathed in moonlight and blanketed in bliss. He takes me to places I’ve never been and fills empty spaces I had no idea needed to be filled.
There are moments of softness and care while others are sheer unbridled passion and unadulterated pleasure.
We make love all night long and don’t fall asleep until the early morning. All too soon, the sun’s rays have made it to the bed. Pulling the sheet over my head, I refuse to open my eyes to the light of a new day. I’m not ready to face the realization that last night may have been a dream and I’d rather stay right where I am.
The dream beside me has no intention of avoiding the new day.
Joining me under the sheet, he kisses me gently before sliding down farther on the bed. He takes my nipple in his mouth andswirls his tongue around the now tight tip. His hands continue their exploring from a few hours earlier, and before I know it, without any words spoken, he slides down my body with his mouth guiding him to his destination and me to euphoria.
CHAPTER 19
Miles
“Smile!” Rachel holds up her camera, and we take the hundredth group selfie of the day. “I am gonna miss you guys so much,” she says, turning to our little group. Reece wraps his arms around her but doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t need to. He has everything he needs right there pressed against his chest.
I’ve never seen the guy so happy. He has his girl back, and in a couple of days, they’re leaving for Africa together. I’ve always been happy for my friends when they fall in love, but now, I look at my friend, and I feel it in a whole new way. Now, I understand how whole he feels to have her in his arms again.
There is no better feeling.
In fact, attending this wedding today and being surrounded by all of the love in the room have me even more certain than I was when I crawled out of her bed this morning of what exactly it is that I want in life.