Page 19 of Say it Ain’t So

“Rylan—” She caught my hand in both of hers and tried to drag it away. But I lowered my mouth to hers, giving in once more to my desire to taste her.

“Perfect,” I whispered against her lips. “Gorgeous,” I said before I drove my tongue inside her mouth to dance with hers. “Wanna taste you,” I implored, dragging my mouth away from hers so I could do just that.

I licked and nipped and ate up her moans, my greedy hands aching to touch her squirming body. Reaching behind her, I tugged at the zipper of her dress until I’d dragged it down to her waist. Then I peeled her beautiful dress off her shoulders, getting lost in the flicker of lust in her eyes as much as I did the deep tan that covered her breasts.

“I like this.” I dragged my fingertip across the tan line that nearly touched the edge of her areola. She held her breath, watching my every move, then gasped when I dropped my mouth and captured her nipple.

“Oh God!” She wove her fingers in my hair and held me still, as if I’d even think of moving. Each time I tugged at the hard bud, she gasped. Each time I sucked, she arched her back and pulled me closer, until there was no space between us, until there was nothing but the taste of her, the sound of her, the feel of her body writhing under mine. “Please, Rylan.”

“Not done yet, gorgeous.” I shifted, dragging my tongue down the valley between her breasts before latching onto her other one. My dick throbbed with the moan she let out, and I had to grab her hands to keep her from touching me. “Not done yet.”

“But I want it!” She rolled her hips, that little wet patch of fabric rubbing against the skin under my untucked shirt.

“Shh. Soon,” I cooed before licking my way down her stomach. I lifted her hips, gently pulling her dress—her fucking gorgeous wedding dress—down her legs. Then I was back again, my tongue flicking at the edges of her panties.

“I like this too,” I told her, laughing as she squirmed and spread her legs a little more.

“Do you like it as much as this?” That coy little smile she wore so well made an appearance as she traced her tan line down her chest.

“Mmm, you have no idea.”

“Prove it.” Her voice was all rasp and desire, barely louder than the blood pumping through my body and radiating in my ears. I gave her exactly what she wanted.

I lowered my mouth, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I flicked out my tongue and licked at the damp fabric. The second time, there was just enough pressure there to have her squirming, to have another of her glorious moans squeezing up her throat.

“Again.” She tried to tug her wrists out of my grasp, but I didn’t trust her not to try to touch me. Not while she was begging for my attention. Not while I was watching her come undone.

And there’s no way I would last if she got ahold of me.

Her back arched off the bed as I clamped my lips over the fabric, latching on to the little bud beneath the purple silk. Her entire body tensed until her muscles shook, her breathy gasps a siren song sent up to ruin me.

She’d already ruined me.

From the moment I saw her down at the casino that morning, I’d been lost in the sight of her. Love at first glance. An unrelenting need to know her, to hold her.

To love her.

I loved her. I knew that. I knew it in the deepest depths of my heart. Even though I told myself I would never fall in love, I would never get married, I would never succumb to the plague of holy matrimony that had torn too many lives apart, the mere sight of this gorgeous woman had knocked me so off kilter, I was willing to put all my previous desires on hold or forget about them all together.

All for her.

All for her heart.

Joss’s entire body went limp, and were it not for the way her chest heaved, I would have thought she’d died and joined me in heaven. I released my grip around her wrists, then tugged her soaked panties down her legs before settling myself right back where I started. I cupped my arms under her hips, dragging her pussy toward my mouth like it was the lost chalice that would bring me eternal life.

And I drank. I drank of her until her eyes flashed open and her body reanimated, until she was squirming and moaning and grabbing my hair, trying to get me closer, trying to get more.

“More. Oh God, more!” It was a plea. A chant. A prayer sent to the gods that I was all too willing to answer. I thrust my fingers into her core, pulsing and curling as I sucked just enough to bring her to the edge, then let off. Let off and heard her scream and beg to be given that push that would let her fly back to the heavens.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to savor the taste she left on my tongue and feel her pulsing around me. But the throbbing in my dick was almost painful, and I wanted just as much to sink myself into my wife and turn the two of us into one.

Giving Joss one final push, I pressed my fingers against the perfect point inside of her, clamping my lips once more around her clit and sucking until she fell over the edge. Each noise she let loose made my heart swell with pride and lust, each spasm around my fingers had the blood pumping through my body threatening to end this before it even began. I held her as she flew, letting her float back to earth into the bed of my arms.

When she looked down at me this time, when she’d reanimated enough to let me know she was here with me, I couldn’t read the look on her face. She had that shyness again, half coy smile and half disbelief.

“You okay?”

It took her a moment for her eyes to clear, for her muscles to work enough to give her head a little nod. She didn’t object when I pulled my arms from under her hips and sat back on my knees, but she watched with interest as I flicked through the remaining two buttons she hadn’t undone on my shirt and slipped it off.