My lips formed a smile at that, as I inhaled the precious blooms. “Amelia will love them. She always wanted to be a flower girl and hasn’t had a chance yet. The odds are great she’ll be able to one day with one of my cousins or even my brother, so there’s hope yet. However, I’ll make sure she gets to keep these.”
He gave me an odd look, like he was thinking hard, and I had to wonder if he had noticed I had not mentioned my own wedding. But that was far too complicated of a topic for this moment.
“My mom used to dry them a certain way so that way they still kept their form and didn’t brown too easily. I can show you. I think Amelia would get a kick out of it.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as I nodded in answer. Because he said he was going to teach me. As in he would see me again.
Or maybe it was just a response, and I was thinking too hard.
“I’m really tired,” I blurted, knowing I was beyond obvious.
“You know what, so am I. What do you say we make our way back to the room?” He paused. “To get some rest.”
I swallowed hard, my knees going weak, and I practically ran up the path, hoping nobody else noticed.
By the time we were in the room, our breath was coming quick, and I was once again pressed against the door.
“I wanted to rip the dress off of you since I first saw you in it.”
“You in those jeans just does something to me. I’ve never been a jeans person. I always thought suits were the way to go.”
“You like me all blue-collar.” He leaned forward and bit my bottom lip; the sting nearly sent me over the edge. When he slid his hand up my thigh to grip my ass again, I moaned.
“What is wrong with us? What can’t we keep our hands off each other?”
“Did I ask you to stop touching me?” he asked, his voice low.
I kissed him harder in answer.
He picked me up with one arm, and I let out a shocked gasp before wrapping my legs around his waist. He walked toward the bed, and set me down on top of it, hovering over me.
“I need to taste you.”
I licked my lips and kicked off my shoes before letting my legs fall to the side. He smiled like the cat who found the canary as he pushed my dress up over my hips.
“You already soaked your panties. Were you wet all day?”
“I’ve been on edge since you left me last night,” I whispered, my hands cupping my breasts over my dress.
“I will forever hate my friends for pulling me away from you last night. It was all I could do not to lock them in a room together and come back to you so I could fill you up and fuck you until the sun rose. So that’s what I’m going to do tonight. I hope you got some sleep last night, because you’re not getting any tonight. I’m going to fuck you in every single position possible, until both of us are wrung out, and then go at it again. Are you ready for me? How many times do you think I can make you come?”
I froze, wondering if his words could send me over the edge. Could I come from just words?
And then he pressed his thumb over my clit, and I came.
“One,” he growled before whipping my panties off.
I was still coming down from my orgasm as he licked up my slit, and my toes curled. He devoured me, flicking his tongue at my clit and sucking at every inch of me. He bit my thighs and speared into me with two fingers. And when I came again, rocking my pussy against his face, he pulled back, licked his lips, and whispered, “Two.”
I sat up and let him strip my dress off me. There had been a built-in bra, so my breasts fell heavy, my nipples so tight at the feel of him. He leaned forward and pressed them between his fingers.
“How the hell did I not realize you were pierced?” he asked, his gaze darkening.
I bit my lip, my fingers playing along the edge of his jeans. “And you still haven’t seen all of my tattoos,” I whispered.
“Oh, I’m going to lick every single one.”
And then he leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth. I arched for him, tugging at his belt.
