Page 2 of A Happy Endings Wedding
Her head shot up to look at him. “Of course it’s the wedding. It’s my first time as a bride. There’s a lot of pressure with the magazine coverage and launching Villroy’s new venue.”
He slid a hand under her long hair, cupping the back of her neck and drawing her close for his kiss. “Hailey, love.”
She choked on a small sob atlove, another unusually sweet term of endearment. He must be using all these sweet words because she looked like she was about to lose it. Shewasabout to lose it. “What?” she asked in a strained voice. “You’re wonderful.”
He smiled against her lips. “You’re wonderful too. Remember when we celebrated the one-year anniversary of our engagement four weeks ago?” What a silly question. Of course she remembered. She’d planned the whole thing. They’d retraced their courtship from a pretend fight at Happy Endings bar to a clandestine passionate meeting in this very office, finishing with a romantic dinner at home. He’d done his part cooking a gourmet dinner, giving her roses, and texting her earlier in the week, letting her know how much he was looking forward to everything. He’d even made liberal use of exclamation points in his texts to show his enthusiasm, which he knew she loved.
She smiled through watery eyes. “Yes, it was awesome.”
He picked her up by the waist and set her on his desk. She didn’t even let out a squeak. Josh often manhandled her body and she quite enjoyed it. He pushed her dress up by her hips, spread her legs, and stood between them. She went damp in anticipation as his fingers gripped her hair, tilting her head up, his eyes heated and locked on hers. Her lips parted, all of her focus on him, her earlier distress temporarily forgotten.
A breathless moment of charged silence passed before his mouth sealed over hers in a deep, hungry kiss as he slowly lowered her to the desk. She wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in the delicious heat. The kiss turned carnal as he ground against her, and she moaned against his mouth. They were animals, igniting at every touch, passion and deep love binding them together. She loved it. She always wanted what he could give.
She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips for more. His lips shifted to her ear, his teeth giving her earlobe a tug before he whispered, “You remember this part of our anniversary? How we got carried away? So hot you couldn’t wait. You begged me, Hailey. And what did I say?”
Her eyes flew open. It had been exactly like this during their engagement anniversary courtship reenactment—her on the desk; Josh on top of her. The conversation flooded back to her all at once.
Josh’s breath had been harsh in her ear. “I don’t have a condom here. We have to wait.”
“Fuck it,” she’d said. “No one gets pregnant the first time they try.” Then she’d kissed him roughly, and he’d groaned into her mouth, his hands caressing her, his hard body pressing against her. Fire, she was on fire for the man she loved more every day.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, his forehead resting on hers. “It can happen. How you think I got so many siblings so fast?”
She undid his jeans, sliding her hand in to hold his throbbing hard length. “Please, Josh, I need you so badly.” She’d been away for a week at a bridal expo and had missed him so much. Then she’d freed him, spread her legs, and guided him right where she wanted him.
He took her in one hard thrust and then stilled, deep inside her, cradling her face with one big hand. He spoke between kisses. “It’s fine.”Kiss.“We’re getting married next month.”Kiss. Thrust. “And we both want kids.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He pulled almost all the way out and slid back in. “Hailey,” he said on a groan.
She sank her teeth into his lower lip. His response was immediate, surging within her, his hand fisting in her hair.
He pounded into her. Again and again and again.
Everything in her coiled hot and tight.
Yes, yes, yes.
Their gazes locked and the intensity ratcheted up as his hand slid under her hip, tilting her at just the right angle as he thrust. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, hanging on for a wild exhilarating ride.
Hot. Hard. Rough.
No holding back.
Need like she’d never felt before clawed at her. She greedily took all he gave, her body clenching around him with every deep thrust. On and on and on, higher and higher. Her breath caught as her release slammed into her, a shockwave of pleasure so powerful her vision dimmed. She panted, her heart pounding in her ears, as he took her further, more pleasure arcing through her with every hard thrust, and then she went over again, a soft cry ripping from her throat. His breath was harsh in her ear as he pumped into her for his own release and let go with a long guttural groan.
He gave her his weight; their bodies slick with sweat, joined in a way they’d never been before, no barrier between them. She held him tight to her, overwhelmed with all she felt for him.
She blinked, flushed with the hot memory, and focused on him again. “I remember.”
He pulled her upright and stroked her hair back from her face. “We haven’t stopped having sex since then. You’ve been all over me for weeks, no break.”
She pouted. “You wanted a break from me?”
He nipped her lower lip. “I fucking loved it. I’m making a point. After that time here, I used a condom, but I’m starting to think maybe I didn’t need to. You’ve been emotional, crying at the drop of a hat, and I counted and I think we have to consider the possibility—”
“Are you saying I’m pregnant?” She’d forgotten to track her cycle with all the wedding stuff.
