Page 108 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I say.
“I ruined it because I was being stupid.”
“You weren’t.” I caress her cheek and hold her gaze in mine. “Not even a little bit. I was impatient and anxious.”
“You were romantic.”
“Agree to disagree,” I say, smiling.
She reaches up to run her fingers along the scruff on the side of my face. “I want us to be together. Starting now. If you still want that too.”
“More than anything,” I say.
“Kiss me?”
I lean in and touch my lips to hers. Not soft, but not hard either. I want to remember this moment when she agreed to once again be mine and I was able to touch her freely. I move to take the kiss deeper but stop at a knock on the door.
“This better be good,” I groan to Tabs then say louder, “Yeah?”
The door opens and Gregor pops his head in. “Uh, hey man, I found my phone. Oh, hi, Tabatha.” He waves and smiles. She does the same. I have a feeling he already knew she was here and the phone request was just a ruse to get me downstairs. “So, the girls are here too, we’re gonna run to the store and grab some steaks to grill for dinner. I’m gonna use your car.” He holds up my keys and jingles them. “Should be gone half an hour?” He looks at me when he says this, one brow raised as though it’s a question.
I chuckle. “You could be gone as long as forty-five minutes to an hour,” I say. He gives me a thumbs up in return and closes the door behind him.
Tabatha giggles. “What do you think you need an hour for?”
“This.”
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Tabatha
Pax pulls me onto his lap and together we attempt to situate my dress so it’s notsoin the way. He leans forward to touch his forehead to mine. “Hi,” he says.
“Hi.” I smile. I can smell the cigar and scotch on him. Even though I’m not a scotch drinker, I love the taste of scotch on Pax’s tongue. Always have. Especially after he smokes a cigar.
His eyes hold mine and I’m caught in his stare. I want so badly to kiss him and at the same time I want this moment—right before the kiss, where I know it’s going to happen and everything in my life is about to change and the anticipation drives me wild—to last forever. Because I remember what it’s like to kiss Pax. The brief interlude at the Cascadian House aside, he has a way of moving his lips against mine that makes me want to keep them interlocked incessantly.
He runs his nose along the side of mine, breathing me in, and I whimper in response. “Fucking love the sounds that come from your mouth.” His voice is low and gravelly, making me wiggle against him, searching out that hard length that I know is beneath our layers of clothing. Finally, his lips whisper across mine for a second before claiming them in a kiss both soft and loving, yet hard and unforgiving.
His tongue seeks entrance, punishing in its pursuit as my body melts into his.
More.
I need more, want more. Pushing at his suit coat, I’m trying to get it off so I can rip at his shirt. I miss his hands on me the minute he moves them to help me remove his clothes. But at last I have his bare chest in front of me. His beautiful bronze chest that belies his profession, making him appear more like an athlete.
I run my hands across his skin, fascinated by the muscles quivering underneath my fingertips. He pushes the straps to my gown down my arms, I shake them off and the top falls to my waist. My nipples harden as his chest hair brushes against them. My panties flood. I need the skirt away from my body.
Now.
“Help,” I say. “Help me with the zipper.”
Pax reaches behind me and tugs it down, we stand so I can push it off. He removes his shoes and slacks at the same time, then pulls a condom from his wallet and quickly puts it on, his hands shaking as he moves. Until, finally, we are bare in front of one another. I drink him in—tall, lean, muscled, beautiful. His long, thick cock stands at attention, pointing toward the sky. I want it in me. My pussy, my mouth, my hands. I reach for him, but he stops me.
His gaze scorches my body as it travels up and down. “My god, Tabs. You are so beautiful. I just want to look at you. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this.” He reaches up with both hands and they travel slowly down the sides of my head to my shoulders, down my arms, to my thighs and back up again. “I want to worship every inch of you.” He leans down and plants a kiss atop my right breast, then my left, his hands still touching me everywhere at once. I can’t help but shiver. I’m scared and excited, turned on more than I’ve ever been.
“Please, Pax,” I moan.
He pulls me against his body and we come together in a war of arms and legs, lips and tongues, moans and cries. Forced against the wall, I wrap my legs around his waist, instinct taking over as he grinds his hips against mine. His length slides back and forth against my clit, my own juices acting as lubrication. He’s so hard and the friction dizzying. I use his shoulders as leverage and twist my hands in his hair, the pressure building until I explode. Burying my cries in his neck, biting down hard when the pleasure becomes too intense, clutching at him to keep me from melting to the floor.
