Page 120 of Wedding Crasher

Frustration spiked through her as his lips touched her forehead instead, before moving down to brush her closed eyelids. Her lips begged to be kissed, but it was her cheekbone that received his attentions next.

‘Fifteen seconds,’ he murmured as his tongue touched her ear, and the erotic impact made her swoon against him. He laughed softly and sank his teeth into her earlobe.

‘Ten.’

Butterfly kisses along her jaw.

This has to be it. Please, please, please … She parted her lips, but he turned her face to kiss her other ear.

‘Five.’

Her temple.

‘Four.’

Her other temple.

‘Three.’

The little space between her eyebrows.

‘Two.’

The tip of her nose.

I’m going to die if one is not my mouth.

Actually, physically, die, and then all this build-up will have been for nothing.

‘One.’

The warmth of his mouth covered hers, the briefest slide of his tongue against hers for a few blissful, all-too-fleeting seconds.

‘Merry Christmas, Marla.’

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Jonny stuck his head around the nearest doorway and was surprised to find a rather young and swarthy Santa with his trousers around his ankles, and a nurse on her knees personally delivering his Christmas gift.

‘Looks like the kids will have to wait a little longer for their presents this year,’ Jonny tittered, and grabbed Love God’s hand.

‘Let’s try somewhere else.’

‘In here,’ Love God hissed. ‘It’s been painted today so it’ll be empty.’

Jonny pushed the door open to find Marla and Gabe so close together that you couldn’t slide a sheet of paper between them.

He grinned and quietly clicked the door. He shook his head. ‘Occupied.’

Love God groaned and nodded towards a door at the far end of the corridor.

‘There’s always the cleaners’ cupboard?’

‘Sounds like a good place to get dirty.’ Jonny grinned and flung open the door. They both yelped in shock at the sight of Cecilia and dishy doctor Robert engaged in a passionate snog.

Jonny slammed the door shut and leaned on it. ‘For the love of God!’ he howled. ‘Could all of the straight people get out of the fucking closets, please? Gay men coming through!’

Love God laughed and pressed Jonny up against the door.

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