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Why did those simple words make her throat close up and her pussy throb?
As if he could read her mind, he ran reassuring kisses over her ear and hairline. “You’re a good girl, taking me inside you.”
She sobbed, pressing her face into the blanket, excitement building between her thighs.
“Averygood girl,” Brendan murmured, his voice deepening to a growl. “That’s it, baby. Just let it all go.”
She clenched on his fingers in a rush of need. Brendan’s cheek, prickly with five o’clock stubble, pressed against hers. He was moving in and on and all around her, and when she finally tumbled over the edge, her pussy ached for more.
As the flutters finally softened, and her breath slowed, he held her close. She shivered when he kissed the base of her neck. Finally, he eased out, rearranging her panties and pulling down the hem of her skirt.
“How are we going to get out of this blanket?” she breathed.
Before Brendan could answer, a bright flash split the sky. Seconds later, a crack of thunder answered. Fat raindrops spattered her face, the blanket, and the ground.
Brendan chuckled, sounding as satisfied as if he’d ordered up the storm himself. “Don’t worry, baby. Everyone’s going to be as wet as you are soon.”
Rolling over, Sonia whipped off the blanket and jumped up, grabbing her discarded high heels. The rain was already soaking her blouse, turning it sheer, and the dirt was quickly becoming mud.
The people around them were shrieking, grabbing purses and cameras and snacks, holding jackets over their heads and making a dash for the street.
When she met Brendan’s eyes, they both burst out laughing.
19
Friday
Two days before the wedding
7:04 a.m.
Brendan’s room was dim and cool when Sonia’s eyes opened.
He murmured something, smiling in his sleep, as she shifted in his embrace. Moving stealthily, she eased out of his arms, off his bed, and into her short, loose black dress. It had been a relief to change out of Adrienne’s clothes last night before she came over. Six or seven of her gold earrings were scattered over Brendan’s dresser, and she threaded them back into her ears.
The hummingbird tattoo on her thigh buzzed like it was alive. Brendan had kissed it over and over last night before he finally yielded to her pleas and buried his face in her pussy. She still felt his lips on the tiny inked bird.
Maybe she always would.
Quickly, Sonia found a scrap of paper and a pen in her purse, then hesitated. Shaking her head, she wroteSee you in CTand left it on the pillow where she’d slept.
There was no reason to stay until Brendan woke up. Or to agree to his insistence that she ride to the wedding with him instead of going by train.
No matter how intense his tongue had been on her clit during the night, or how patiently he’d kept his head between her thighs, or shockingly ferocious he’d become at the end, sucking until she buried her screams in the pillow. No matter how good it felt to talk on the Mall yesterday.
Once they were at the hotel in Connecticut, caught in the whirl of Diana and Ian’s wedding weekend, everything would be different.
Touching her tattoo, she tiptoed out.
As she passed the kitchen, she paused to take in the mess and put her shoes on.
“Oh! Hi!” Jonah, Brendan’s roommate, waved from the table, where he was wearing business attire, drinking coffee, and scrolling through his phone. As he spooned up cereal from a bowl, C-SPAN played from the laptop on the table. Jazz poured from the radio — or was it Jonah’s phone? The competing noise made her head hurt. “Sonia, right?”
Sonia glanced disapprovingly at the chocolate-smudged counters, the dishes piled in the sink, and the empty bottles of wine all over the dining room.
“Looks like the party never ends here,” she said pointedly.
Jonah laughed. “Yeah, we like to let loose.”
