Page 64 of The Wedding Crush
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She’s clinging to me, her body molded to mine. “Um, you’re…a little bigger than I’m used to.”
“Do you want to stop?”
Avery shakes her head. She wants more.
So, I take it slow, careful not to hurt her as she arches again, meeting my first thrust. We move like this, easy with long strokes until she’s used to me. Soon, we wilt into the fit and feel, relishing the mind-numbing pleasure.
“Jesus, it’s been so long,” I groan.
Every breath on her neck and gasp in my ear. Every touch. We’re synchronized, tailored for each other. We’re lighthearted and heady while we cling to each other, inching toward ecstasy, and it’s perfectly us. Clashing, delicious friction, joy, vulnerably kissing and pleasing one another, in—this falsely secluded—public, no less…
My God, I want to try this, andsomuch more with Avery Ellis.
That’s what scares me, though.
I’m the one who advised my brother against rushing in. I know the glaring danger signs ahead, and I don’t care.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Avery
“Don’t you sleep?”Stefano groans underneath my pillow as I snuggle into his big spoon.
“Listen, I don’t know what you want from me…” I’m only half-joking as I venture, “Do you know how long it’s been since I woke up to a handsome, sweet, certifiably funny, attentive, virile, strong, sexy—”
He takes the bait.
Peeking out his sleepy head, Stefano squints at the light streaming through the blinds, his voice thick with sleep as he instructs me to, “Please continue.”
“…Hard-nosed, no-nonsense, stoic, austere, quietly assessing, broody, intense man in my bed?”
Stefano deflates onto the pillow.
“Don’t forget smart.” He chuckles, gliding his large warm hand over my waist. He tugs me flush to his strong, hard frame, and myLord… It feels so good waking to this.
Heat dances over my skin, sending tingles down my spine, and I, shamelessly giddy, arch my back into him.
“Hey, when I say every single one of those words turns me on…” I’m not surprised by the truth in my admission, despite the whiplash roller coaster we’ve been on to get here.
Stefano nuzzles into the curve of my neck, kissing along my nape.
A soft moan spills out of me.
I glance at the clock on the wall, calculating how many more times we can realistically have sex before Mommy drops off Ace this afternoon.
An hour and a half is plenty, so I reach back, fumbling for him. I’m laughing, not even bothering to hide my amusement when I tease him.
“I still can’t believe what you did last night.”
Effortlessly, he flips me over to face his shocked smile. “Avery, stop joking about it.”
“Sir, it’s not my fault you did what you did to me. In an alley, no less, with all our friends and loved ones ten feet away, on the other side of a single brick wall…”
Stefano’s mouth falls comically open.
I can practically see his brain short-circuiting.
