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A flash of cold replaced all the warmth in her body. “Joel, what is it?”
“Nothing.”
“Joel.”
“It’s nothing.”
“If that iguana’s in this room,” she rose onto her knees and turned, “I’m leaving.”
A bare wall stared back at her.
“Ugh.” Laughing, she picked up a pillow. “Don’tdothat.”
As she went to wallop him with it, he grabbed it from her hand, tossed it behind him, rolled her onto her back, and brought his lips down onto hers—all in one satisfyingly dizzy motion.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed, and he responded with a low one of his own.
Finally.
He tasted like spearmint, his mouth hot, and for how long they’d waited for this moment, she knew the kiss wouldn’t stop at gentle, exploratory pecks. Still, she was unprepared for him snaking his tongue into her mouth—deep.
She gripped his hair.
He grunted and kissed her harder.
One of his hands squeezed, released, and then made large circles at her hip, the dress’s silky fabric caressing her skin. As if it was a silent request, her legs parted.
“It’s okay.” She nibbled on his lip, sucked on his tongue. “Touch me.”
They pulled apart.
He searched her face, searched her eyes. Then, after a sigh, his lips collided with hers again, and he shifted until he was between her legs. She wrapped one around him, and he planted a trail of kisses down to her neck.
“Eesh, how do you feel about sleeping with your fiancé tonight?”
“Just sleep?” she asked.
“Mm-hmm. Unless, of course, you want me to take your clothes off. Would you like that?” While he sucked on and planted kisses all over her neck, he unraveled the knot at the front of her cover-up. “Would you like me to take your…” He slid his hand inside. “Holy fuck. You’re naked.”
The dress fell away.
“Surprise,” she squeaked out. “I was so anxious about coming here, I forgot to finish changing. Then I didn’t remember that I forgot to finish changing until maybe a second or two ago.”
He passed his fingers over her skin, his touch going from gentle to firm. Then his gaze darted from areola to areola, nipple to nipple, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
The knot in his throat bounced.
He dipped his head, and she arched her back, but he stopped less than an inch from her nipple. She saw the war inside him, saw how much he wanted to lick each time his bottom lip disappeared into his mouth and reemerged wet, but she didn’t know what was stopping him. She wanted this just as much.
He cupped a breast and lightly squeezed. “Ayesha. God, Ayesha. You don’t know how long…”
Except, she did know how long.
He squeezed again, a little harder, propping up her breast like a ceremonial offering. She watched, holding her breath, waiting for pink to snake from his mouth. All it would take was one flick, and she’d melt through the mattress. With how wound up she was, if he sucked, she’d climax immediately.
Grunting, he shook his head, left the bed, and grabbed a shirt from the dresser. Once he’d wrapped her in it like a forbidden artifact, he climbed into the bed and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Curiosity got the best of her.
