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Six months ago at Bran’s wedding
This is crazy.
You’re crazy.
We’re both crazy!
But oh, did Jay taste good. Really damn good. After being without sex for so long, Gia was beginning to worry about ill effects. She’d gone on a few random dates over the summer, since not dating would be admitting she wasn’t over her ex, but each of those dates had ended with a good-night kiss that had only made her think of Jayson Cooper. So while he was totally over her, evidently she was still affected by him.
Case in point.
His tongue, though. Who could deny how good he was with it? Either tangling with hers or gliding down her neck. He suckled on her pulse point while his fingers lifted her dress to do what he was best at: pleasure her.
Fingers in her panties, he slipped along her folds, driving her wild. She moaned into his mouth. He kissed her harder, trying to quiet her. Possibly the only part crazier than carrying on with him was doing it in her parents’ vineyard mansion after her brother’s wedding. When she saw the guests filtering outside, either to leave or enjoy cocktails around the fire, she’d rushed him into the nearest spare room.
No one had noticed them missing. Nor would they if she could keep her moaning to a minimum. A challenge, given his touch was sending her into an orgasmic stupor.
It didn’t take long.
She gripped his shoulders hard, pulled her mouth from his and came. She allowed herself a breath or two before her hand was shakily finding its way to his pants. She had his belt undone, zipper down, and was cradling several inches of his budding erection when it happened.
A scream of pain shattered the air—coming from the back patio and from, she guessed, a very pregnant Taylor.
Jayson snapped his mouth from Gia’s, blinking hard as if trying to focus. She held her breath and listened. A going-into-labor Taylor shouted again.
Talk about a buzzkill.
“Damn,” he said, which is probably what Gia would have said had she been able to speak after her powerful release.
And, oh, was her orgasm a good one. She’d been in charge of her own pleasure since she and her ex went kaput. It was irksome to be reminded of what she’d been missing.
“Get dressed, G,” he said, his raspy voice dancing along her nerve endings. He moved her hand out of his pants, flashed her a smile that made her knees weaker, and then kissed her palm.
“What did we do?” she muttered. There was no good end to this night if they slept together, intellectually she’d known that. Yet look how close they’d come to actually sealing the deal!
What was she thinking?
She wasn’t thinking. Plain and simple...
Gia, chin in her palm, eyes unfocused and gazing into the distance, blinked back to reality.
Her blue cheese–stuffed-olive dirty martini was half gone, but then she’d arrived at the bar early on purpose. She hadn’t intended on daydreaming about her ex-husband, or reminding herself that she’d been without an orgasm of that caliber in over six months. She’d arrived early and drunk down half a martini for one reason: she needed to bolster her confidence before meeting her celebrity date.
Blinking the bar into focus, she sucked in a breath and blew it out. Other couples dotted the room, drinks in front of them, the low candles on the table setting the tone: romantic. Why did she choose someplace this romantic? She should have invited him to coffee...
Denver “Pip” Pippen, skateboarding superstar and hot cult god, was about to be interviewed for the role of a lifetime: to be her date to Royce’s and Taylor’s wedding.
Not that he knew that.
No, she hadn’t had a date when she’d marked the RSVP card. But, with Jayson standing there looking as gorgeous and distracting as ever, she realized that attending another wedding without a date could land her in the guest bedroom with him again.
That.
Could not.
Happen.
