Page 91 of The Wedding Crush

Suddenly, the air in the room electrifies.

Every sensation in my body heightens as Avery sinks her teeth into her full lower lip. I flex my fingers around the curve of her ass, tugging her forward until she settles over my erection with a soft gasp.

“How are you feeling?” I swallow. “I’ve got your ginger ale on the dresser if you’re still feeling uneasy.” I close my eyes. “I just want to feel you.”

My body hums with anticipation.

Deep down, I’m praying, at least for now, that she’s well.

But then she meets my gaze, there’s a smile teetering on her lips like she loves nothing more than knowing I’m turned on and thinking about her.

She leans close to my ear. Her breath is warm on my neck as she whispers, “Right now, your girlfriend needs sexual healing.”

Just like that, the tension that’s been bundled up inside us for the past week releases all at once.

Avery and I fumble to peel off each other’s clothes until it’s just us, the weight of my body hovering deliciously above her.

“Don’t rush,” Avery says, but it comes out low like a plea.

And I don’t.

I take my sweet time, kissing her lips, behind her ears, along the curve of her neck until I reach her hardened nipples. I tease my tongue in circles, slowly, taking her into my mouth.

“I need you,” she moans, writhing beneath me.

“Tell me what you want.”

I dip a finger between her legs, then a second, feeling her warmth as she rotates her hips, her nails biting uncontrollably into my back.

Avery takes fistfuls of my curls in her hands. “I want you, Stefano.”

“Good girl.”

As I dip my fingers inside her, working her into a frenzy, her stomach muscles bunch, and her breath grows ragged.

“Please, make me feel good.”

Only when her back arches and she opens for me, her scent wrapping appetizingly around me, do I lower myself down her body until I’m on my knees and hers are hooked over my shoulders, and I taste her.

“Holy—”

She slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure. She is so unbelievably sexy, and I don’t how much longer I can hold out, but I’m fueled by the fact that I can make her feel so good. And she’s mine.

An orgasm ripples through her.

I push to my feet, settling between her thighs. As I thrust my hips, she clings to me with each stroke of delicious friction, her sex clenching around me, and I know I’m the biggest hypocrite around.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Avery

Here’s a funnystory. My best friend goes and gets engaged, I’m saddled with the—I thought—uptight brother of the groom, who I assume will be a wrench in the whole nuptials plan. But lo and behold, he turns out to be sweet, attentive, and kind.Can’t forget smart, he’d quickly remind me.Oh, and for kicks and giggles, he’s amazing in bed, and he makes Get Well Soon movie playlists to help me feel better. Naturally, I fall hard.

I’m seriously rolling around the L-word in the back of my mind.

But that’s not the funniest part.

You know how people always say, “If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans”?

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