Page 83 of Blue Jean Summer

“I like these,” he said as he hooked a finger in the waist of my lace panties.

“My something blue.”

Hayes arched a curious brow.

“The engagement ring was something old. The dress was something new. The boots I changed into were Savannah’s—something borrowed. And the panties were—”

“Something blue,” he said with a chuckle. His palm engulfed my sex, squeezing between my thighs. But it wasn’t enough. Not with the lace between us.

“Hayes,” I whimpered as my eyes fluttered closed. Pinpricks of delight skittered from my core to the very ends of my fingers and the tips of my toes.

“I like the way my name sounds on those pretty lips,” he said as he teased my pussy through the lace. “And I especially like how you’re soaking these panties.” He slipped one finger beneath the gusset, grazing my sensitive skin. A deep groan vibrated from his chest. “That’s my good fucking girl. Nice and wet for me.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips, but he was quick, grabbing my thighs and pushing them apart. “No, no. Give me room to play. Do you know how often I thought about what it would be like to fuck you over the past two weeks? Knowing you were just down the hall. It felt like miles.”

“Hayes, I need you,” I begged.

Fingers curled around both sides of my underwear as he slowly dragged it down my legs in a painstaking tease.

He exhaled reverently. “My god. Look at you.” Tender hands smoothed up my legs, hips, and waist as Hayes stretched out over me, bracing his knees on either side of my hips. “Fucking spectacular.”

I bloomed under his praise, soaking it in like a flower desperate for sunlight.

A gasp tore free from me as his mouth latched on to my breast. Hayes trapped my nipple between his teeth, treating it to a gentle bite of pain. Ecstasy danced across my torso as I writhed beneath him.

“Please,” I begged. “Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not teasing you,” he said as he switched and lavished the other breast with attention. “This is called foreplay,” he said with a hint of good-natured sarcasm. “And if it’s the first time you’re experiencing it, then it’s no wonder that’s what you thought sex sounded like.”

I growled as he chuckled in amusement and kissed a path from my sternum to my pelvis. He shut me up when those thick fingers began to tease the entrance to my pussy. Slowly, he slid two inside of me and stroked. My heels dug into the bed as I fisted the sheets.

“Your mouth might say this is pretend, but the rest of your body says otherwise,” he teased. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

“Then get on with it,” I gasped.

Hayes sat back on his haunches. “Someone’s impatient. Tell me something—”

“You want to have a conversation now?”

“Yes, I want to have a conversation now.” He reached into his boxers and fisted his shaft. “Don’t pretend like you’re the only one aching. You’ve had me like this since you swore in the middle of a goddamn funeral.”

Okay. That wasn’t my finest moment.

I took a steadying breath. “What on Dolly Parton’s flipping earth would you like to talk about right now?”

Hayes pinched my nipple, and I squealed. “Cut the sass, princess. Are you on birth control?”

The bite of pain turned to a simmering pleasure. “Yes. IUD. When were you last tested?”

“A few months ago. Results were negative.”

“Have you been with anyone since?”

“No. What about you? Tests? Partners?”

“Negative and same.”

“Condom?” he asked, putting the ball in my court.