Page 61 of Tempt My Heart

“Do you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she said gently the next morning as sunlight streamed in through the windows. She pulled away to look at him, cupping his jaw in her palm and pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. “I was drunk and an idiot and I should have just talked to you.”

“I feel like I was a dick to not consider how it would look to you, and then I laughed at you.”

“Then I forgive you,” she said and this time their kiss was longer, hotter. “Should I show you how much?”

He caught her hands before she could reach for him and shook his head. “Later. Right now, I need to make you feel good. I want to hear you scream my name.”

“Cocky,” she said, smirking and he tugged down her PJ bottoms, slicking his hand through her wetness.

“Considering you’re already wet for me, I think I’m just being realistic,” he teased as he rolled her clit between his fingers.

She palmed his cock through the shorts he had on and raised an eyebrow. “I’m flattered, then.”

“Ali.” His voice was hoarse and she could see her need reflected on his face. They could take their time later, right now she needed it hard, rough. It was there in his eyes, probably matching hers: fear. They didn’t know how things would go down with Jared later, and she didn’t want to have any regrets if things went wrong.

Their hands were frantic as they stripped out of their clothes, mouths meeting in a tangle of desperation that answered the call of their bodies.More.She wanted more.

His hands seemed to be everywhere, on her breasts, her ass, curling inside of her as they threw off the bed covers. Her back arched and her hips rolled and he pushed inside of her with a moan that she echoed.

He didn’t wait for her to adjust to his size before he swung her legs up and perched them on his shoulders as he drove into her hard, their breaths racing as she tried to take more of him and suddenly realized she would never have enough. Not of his taste, his smile, the way he touched her—maybe it was sheer greed but she wanted it all. They were both already too close to the edge and she wondered if it would always be like this for them, coming out of their skins with desire.

Their hips worked in tandem as they reached for the crescendo, his cock twitching inside her as he groaned her name and her kissing away the sound as she followed him off the edge.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as they settled against each other on the bed. “I’m not saying we should fight more often but…”

Christopher chuckled. “We don’t need to fight first to do that.” She laughed too and then complained when he sat up.

“No… Where are you going?”

“Well I kind of figured you might want to start getting ready. Don’t girls like to have hours of prep time?”

Fuck. The wedding. In her blissed-out state, she’d almost forgotten the reason they were there. “Honestly, why do they even have rehearsals? It’s like having to go through all of that twice.”

“It won’t be so bad today,” he said, reaching to pull his discarded top back on. “They got the majority of the staring and gossiping out of the way yesterday.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

He grinned and then reached out a hand to stop her before she could enter their en-suite. “Oh, that reminds me. Wait to do your hair and stuff after you put your dress on.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to yell at me when I mess it all up taking that dress off you before we leave.” He smiled slowly when she laughed and pressed a kiss to her mouth.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” she said as she strolled into the bathroom still naked, swaying her hips a little more than was strictly necessary.

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” he called as she closed the door with a laugh.

ChapterThirty

To be fair to Christopher, shehadbeen grateful that she hadn’t applied her makeup only to sweat it off moments later after she showed him the dress she would be wearing for the actual wedding. It was probably her favorite of the three he’d bought her. Similar to the one she’d worn to the rehearsal, it was gold but this time a darker shade that bordered on bronze. The silky material was lightweight and clung to her waist but was loose everywhere else. She felt a bit like she was floating when she wore it.

“I was thinking,” she said as she leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom and watched him get dressed, his tie loose around his neck.

“Oh?” he asked and then licked his lips when he turned to see her in the dress he’d bought for her. “Do tell,” he said huskily as he began to prowl forward, only to freeze when she held up a finger.

“This dress is loose around the bottom.”

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