Page 110 of Space Oddities

The compromise was that Holt stayed at the ranch but slept in my trailer still parked by the house.

Girls’ night also meant that Ian and I didn’t get to continue where we’d left off after his father stormed out. We were only a few sessions into our make-up sex when Jules came knocking, demanding all the bridesmaids assemble.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

A lot of emotions war inside me as I watch Flynn gather Jackie to him, kissing her long and hard. Joy, happiness, gratitude, desire.

When Flynn lets Jackie up for air, her face redder than the soles of my dream Louboutins, my attention moves back to Ian.

His eyes are still on me.

It’s cliché, I know, but weddings really do bring out a woman’s hormones.

And when a woman has a hot man and a vacant trailer, there’s only one thing left for a girl to do.

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“We can’t.”Ian backs me up against the trailer’s kitchen cabinets. “Not in here.”

“Yes we can. And why not here?” I pull back, checking his eyes for any evidence of panic.

None. Just darkened with desire.

“Because”—he kisses me once, twice—“anyone walking by the trailer is going to knowexactlywhat we’re doing in here.”

I kiss him back, chuckling when his hand trails down my back to squeeze my rear end. “Don’t be such a goody-goody, Captain America.”

Ian’s hot breath tickles my ear before he begins trailing his lips down my neck. “Clear a girl of a felony charge and suddenly she becomes an exhibitionist.”

My palm rubs the tent popping up in his tuxedo pants. “I’ll remember that comment next time you try and seduce me by the pool.”

He groans, kissing me harder, letting me step back just long enough to shimmy out of my panties.

It’s the first time I’ve been back in my trailer since the night of the bachelorette party. What was once my only constant for many years already feels distant. Ian’s house has become much more like my home. Our home.

But it’s still a great place for a tryst.

Ian struggles out of his tight-fitting suit jacket, revealing black suspenders. “Aren’t you going to be late for the reception?”

I bite my lip, the sight of him sliding his suspenders off his shoulders doingah-mazingthings for my already racing libido. “It’s fine.” I yank him to me by his shirt front. A button pops off, bouncing on the floor. “It’ll be fine.”

Ian may have been joking when he called me an exhibitionist, but itistrue since the warrant for my arrest has been revoked, I feel lighter. Freer. Sexier.

Ian grunts as I slide my hands down his pants, squeezing his cock. “Yep. Totally fine.”

I pump him twice before pulling my hand free and undoing his belt.

Swaths of chiffons float up and back down around us.

“Where are you in this?” Ian’s frustration has me laughing again.

A soon as his belt jingles open, his hands are on my waist, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. A feeling of déjà vu comes over me, remembering that night after the bar when I first gave in to him. But instead of hurt and rejection, I feel amusement and appreciation over how far we’ve come in such a short time.

Ian drops to his knees, diving under the layers of my dress until his tongue finds me, flicking and lapping until I’m worried about the state of my dress.

“Now, Ian. Now.”

A few more laughs escape us as he tries to free himself of my skirts. But when he finally enters me in a slow deep thrust, the laughter fades into pure sensation. The feel of him inside, the weight of his hands on my hips, the grasp of his waist between my thighs.

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