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“You feel so good. So, so good.”
Her words snapped the last of my control and I held her hands over her head, thrusting fast and deep into her while her cries of pleasure were so loud they nearly brought down the roof. I kept her on the edge, slowing my pace or speeding it up as needed to make her want more.
More.
She pulsed around me, but this was a different side of Megan. A vocal, demanding side. “Not yet, Casey. Please, not yet. You feel too good.”
Her words struck something deep inside of me and I felt my cock swell, my balls tighten. I was close. “Just say when, sweetheart.”
Her green eyes flared with fire at my words and she nodded before pulling me down for a kiss. She didn’t just kiss me, though, she devoured my mouth as if we hadn’t kissed, hadn’t made love in a thousand years.
“Casey,” she warned. “I can’t wait.”
Were any words so sweet when a man was buried deep inside his woman? “Don’t wait, Megs. Let go. I’ve got you.”
She arched into me, her heels digging deep in the small of my back, and then, the dam broke. Hard nipples brushed against my bottom lip and the sound of her cries of pleasure sent shivers down my spine; the way she pulsed around me kickstarted my orgasm and then we were falling.
Both of us, together, falling down to earth after the most incredible, erotic high of my life.
“Holy shit, Casey. That was,” she let out a yawn and laughed, “wowza.”
I laughed and pressed a kiss to her throat. “I’ll take wowza.”
“Me too,” she laughed. “Just give me some time to recover.”
I kissed her again and pulled her body against mine, reluctant to let her go for even a moment. “How about you just tell me when you’re ready to go again?”
“Deal.” She snuggled close and yawned again before she fell asleep in my arms.
It was a hell of a start to our anniversary. Six years of bliss, memory loss, and a night to remember.
Forever.
Megan
When I woke up, at least I think I did, I was in a wedding dress. Why in the hell was I in a wedding dress? I had no fucking clue, but I was curious enough to avoid opening my eyes because I wanted to know how it all ended.
I ran down a hall—maybe it was one of those suites inside a church, or it was a simple dressing room at a private location. I had no clue where this me in a wedding dress was, but I had the dress hiked up almost to my knees as I ran down a dimly lit hall until I came to a heavy cherrywood door. And knocked.
The door opened and—holy shit—Casey appeared in a black and white tuxedo. His bowtie was undone, hanging loosely around his neck, and he wore a wide, excited smile that was just for me.
“Megs, what’s wrong?”
I sucked in a breath at the sight of him, so handsome and so in love it practically stopped my heart. “Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Perfectly right.” I took another breath and let it out slowly. “One last kiss as single Casey and single Megan. Let’s see if our first kiss as a married couple is different. What do you say?”
His smile came slowly, like a fire that started as nothing more than a flicking ember and turned into a raging inferno that hit me right in my gut. “I say that you’re crazy and I love you.”
He grabbed my wrist with a sly smile and tugged me into the room, which I realized was a groom’s suite.
Our wedding day. Of course. Casey had told me this story already, but now I got to relive it for myself.
Casey kicked the door shut; his blue eyes never strayed from mine. “You said something about a kiss?”
I nodded and licked my lips. “I did, but I think I like this even better.” The words came out like a purr and my lips refused to do anything but smile back at the man who was about to be my husband.
“I do, too, now that you mention it.” Casey rested his forearm on the door just above my head, his other hand curled into a half fist, fingertip caressing the line of my jaw. “Your cleavage looks incredible in this dress, by the way.”
“Thanks.” The words came out on a breathy whisper. “I thought you might like it.”
His gaze widened with heat. “I love it.”
Before I could come up with something brilliant and witty and clever and sexy to say in return, Casey’s lips were on mine. Soft and gentle at first, like the kiss he’d given me when he told me he wanted to be more than friends. Like the kiss he’d laid on me when he told me he loved me for the first time. It was sweet, but hot, and addictive as hell.
