Page 95 of The Wrong Groom

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his lips lingering as he murmurs, “You never have to thank me for anything, sunshine. Just keep being you. That’s all I’ll ever ask.”

I tilt my head up, my lips meeting his. He stills for a moment, as if caught off guard, and then he responds, his kiss gentle but sure. His hand slides up to cradle the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he deepens the kiss.

It’s not hurried or desperate. It’s slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. I let myself melt into him, my body relaxing at his touch, my mind finally quiet.

Chapter 30

Alexis

Our kiss stays soft at first, but the longer it goes on, the more I lean into him, my hands curling into his shirt. Gabriel answers each small movement with one of his own, the press of his mouth turning firmer, his hand sliding up to fist in my hair. When I twist to face him more fully, a low sound rumbles out of him, and the kiss tips into something hungrier.

I never understood why my romance novels made such a fuss about kissing until the first time Gabriel kissed me. Now I get it. It’s as if there’s a switch buried somewhere deep in me that only his mouth can flip, and it works every single time.

His hands settle on my waist, his fingers pressing into my hips like he can barely keep himself in check. That’s one of the things I love most about being close to him. I’ve never felt anything half as intense as being in his arms, at his mercy, knowing he could let go at any second and turn all that hunger loose on me.

I shift against him as I feel him hardening, his cock thick and insistent under my ass. There’s no mistaking it, and knowing that I did that to him sends a fresh rush of heat through me.

My heart picks up its pace, my skin prickling as a demanding ache builds between my legs. A quiet moan slips out against his lips, and he groans in answer, his grip tightening.

“You feel that, sunshine?” He rocks his hips up against me, letting me feel the hard length of him through our clothing. I nod, my throat dry, and his eyes hold mine. “That’s what you do to me. Only you.”

The words hit someplace right in my chest, and my breath catches. I press my thighs together as my pussy clenches around nothing, wetness dampening my panties. “I love that,” I whisper, because it’s true. “I love knowing how much you want me.”

“Yeah?” A grin tugs at his mouth, but the heat still burns in his eyes. “You love driving me out of my mind?”

“Maybe a little.”

It comes out breathless as his mouth drops to my throat, his lips teasing the sensitive skin there. My eyes fall shut, my head tipping back to give him access to more of me. His hands move over my body like he can’t get enough, his mouth dragging across my skin and leaving it warm.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He speaks against my throat, his mouth tracing my jaw on its way back to mine. Then he stops, his gray eyes moving over my face like he’s trying to memorize it. Like I’m something rare he stumbled on and can’t believe he gets to have.

My stomach flutters at both the expression on his face and his words. Before I can second-guess it, I slide off his lap and turn to face him, sinking to my knees between his legs. The chair creaks as he leans back to make room, his thighs spreading to let me settle there. His eyes flash as he watches me, his chest rising and falling hard. There’s something close to reverent in the way he looks at me, mixed with a raw hunger that nearly undoes me.

“Look at you.” His voice is rough as his hand comes up to cradle my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. “You’re going to wreck me, sunshine. You know that?”

A little thrill runs through me, and it hits me in a rush that I want that. I want to wreck this man.

To ruin him for anyone else.

My heart hammers as I run my hands up his thighs, kneading the hard muscle there, and I bite my lip as he groans, the bulge in his pants straining against his zipper.

“I want to go down on you,” I admit, my eyes dropping to that massive bulge. “Can I?”

His breath stutters. “Fuck, sunshine. You asking to suck my cock has to be one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever heard.”

“That’s not an answer,” I point out with a coy smile, dragging my nails lightly along the length of his shaft through the fabric. He hisses out a curse, his hips shifting up into my touch.

“Yes,” he grits out. “Fuck, yes. Wrap those beautiful lips around me, sunshine. Suck me off.”

Hearing the rough desperation in his voice almost makes me want to tease him more, but honestly, I can’t wait any longer.

I reach for his zipper, and he grips the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening as I draw it down and reach inside. A little sigh escapes me when my hand closes around his cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs. He watches me, jaw tight, and lets out a slow breath as my palm strokes his hard length with only one layer of fabric separating us now.

Giving him pleasure, being in control even though I’m the one on my knees, is something I had no idea I would like so much. But god, I really fucking do. It’s a turn on like nothing else I’ve experienced yet—and Gabriel has kept his promise of being a very thorough teacher.

I’ve got him in the palm of my hand, literally, and I love seeing and feeling the effect I have on him. The rush of it swells in my chest, and I give him a little squeeze that makes him stiffen, his eyes going heavy as he sinks back into the chair.