Page 82 of Blue Jean Summer

A soft sigh slipped from my mouth as one arm kept my hand pinned above us, and the other slid securely around my lower back, holding me against him.

“That’s better,” Hayes mumbled as he kissed the corner of my parted lips. Without warning, his hips slammed into mine, driving my ass into the wall with a thud. My gasps were sharper that time.

“See? You can make all those noises sound so much prettier,” he murmured between the warm kisses he trailed down the side of my neck. “Looks like you just needed a good reason to.”

“Give me a reason to,” I gasped as heat lanced down my body in sharp stabs, drawing me closer to him in the most intrinsic, primal way.

The hand holding mine against the wall tightened as he tried his best to hold on to the rules, our agreements, and me.

“Cath—”

“It’s our wedding night, after all.” Since his tailored trousers didn’t require a belt, I hooked two fingers in the waistband and pulled his hips into mine. “Might as well make the most of it.”

Stormy eyes met mine. His jawline was a granite ridgeline.

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” he said in a potent mix of sobriety and lust.

“Yeah, I do,” I whispered. “I’m asking for you to show me what it’s like.”

“What what is like?”

I kissed that hardened jaw. “What it’s like to be yours.”

Hayes rested his forehead on mine. “Cath…” The single syllable was threadbare as his self-control faded.

“Make Lewis think it’s real,” I whispered against his lips. Make me think it’s real. But I didn’t vocalize that ludicrous thought.

A part. A role. I was here because I fit the bill.

But he fit me.

Because if this were real, it would have been him.

Hayes’s hand tightened around mine, then it fell away. I met those midnight eyes and gasped as his hand slid up my bare thigh, pushing my dress up as he went. The softness turned to stone as the hand around my thigh tightened just shy of where I ached for him most.

“Let’s make one thing crystal clear,” he said with gravel and desire dripping from each word. “I don’t want to hear you say my brother’s goddamn name in this room ever again.”

“Yes,” I gasped, barely stifling a whimper as he slid his hand higher and teased the lace edge of my panties.

I collapsed against the wall as Hayes tethered me to him with one hand tangled in my hair and the other hand edging dangerously close to my pussy. He teased the crease of my thigh with the tip of his finger. “One more time, Mrs. Wilder. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” I begged.

I expected my panties to disappear like a Vegas act, but his hand disappeared instead. I stumbled as Hayes spun me to face the wall and found the zipper hidden along my spine. He tugged it down in a smooth slide. Wide hands pressed across my shoulders and pushed the straps away. The moment they fell, the dress dropped to the floor.

Hayes’s breath was audible as he traced a knuckle up and down my spine. Slowly, he wrapped his hands around my waist, turning me to face him.

I covered my breasts with my hands, hiding from the chill of the air-conditioning, but Hayes’s gaze cloaked me in warmth.

“You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined,” he said before cradling my jaw in his hands and meeting me in a slow, seductive kiss. My hands fell away and clung to him instead.

“That’s my girl,” Hayes said as he skated his hands up and down my waist and ribs, grazing the sides of my breasts with each pass.

I arched into him, silently begging for more. It had been so long since I had felt desired. So much had happened over the last year, and I had tabled my needs, simply ignoring them. But now every inch of my body ached for pleasure. For Hayes.

I squealed as he grabbed my hips, picked me up, and laid me on the bed. Hayes stood to the side, eyes locked on me as he stripped out of the clothes that put him somewhere between being a dashing groom and a GQ model.

I had seen him shirtless, but the whole picture was magnificent. Black boxer briefs were painted across his ass and thighs. Ropes of muscle rippled as he stalked across the bed on his hands and knees. Strong hands shackled my ankles, then ripped them apart. He continued the slow slink up the bed, engulfing me in his shadow until I was cloaked in his darkness.