Annie’s breath was coming in little pants. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open a little, and he realized all his efforts to strip her was turning on someone else besides himself.
Which turned him on even more, if that was even possible. So he kissed her again, sliding his aching body to hers, lifting one of her thighs to his hip so that he could press even closer. Her hips arched up to meet the slow, desperate thrust of his. He bent, running hot, openmouthed kisses down her jaw, her neck, over the plump curves of her breasts plunging out her bra. When his tongue dipped beneath the vinyl to stroke a nipple, Annie’s knees buckled.
Or maybe that was his. “Bed.” He was barely holding them both up.
Annie’s hands streaked over his chest, his arms, his quivering belly.
“Bed,” he said again, more weakly now.
“Yes.” Then she dipped into his knit boxers and cupped him. By some miracle, he kept them both upright, but he had become blind, deaf and mute.
“You’re really good for it,” he heard her murmur in surprise through the roaring in his ears.
“What?” he managed.
“Your promise. You’re…really good for it.”
Good. That was good. He was good. Everything was good.
Her eyes were still glazed, her face flushed. “I’ve never felt like this,” she whispered in a hungry voice that brought him even closer to the edge, not to mention her busy fingers. “I’m hot from the inside out, Kyle. I need your hands on my bare skin. Why aren’t your hands on my bare skin?”
“I’m trying. How the hell do I get you out of this?”
Her mouth was racing over his face, leaving a trail of eager, hot kisses. “I don’t know. Rip it.”
“But-” He broke off because she took those long, warm fingers of hers and squeezed his erection. “Annie.”
“Kyle.”
Against his neck, he felt her smile. When had the power shifted, he wondered wildly? He felt like a damn virgin. All finesse had flown out the window. “I’m trying to concentrate on driving you crazy here.”
“Just do it faster.”
“Faster. Got it.” He dipped his fingers into her cleavage. Magically found a hook and freed it.
Her breasts spilled into his hands. His mouth took over while his hands worked at losing the thong.
Then she stood there in all her naked glory.
She smiled. “You look…”
“What?” he asked, his gaze drinking her in. “Desperate?”
“Yes.”
“Because I feel desperate.”
“I think you really do,” she said with marvel. “It’s almost as if I have all the power.”
“Baby,” he said on a sincere groan. “You do. Right in your very hands.”
She looked down at his most urgent erection and let out her own wicked grin. “I’m doing it right, then?”
“Most definitely right,” he croaked out as she slowly stroked him.
“Here. Now. Remember?”
Here. Yes. Here was good. Now was even better. But on the bed. Twisting from the door, he dropped her to the mattress. He slid his hands up the back of her silky clad thighs, making a spot for him.
He was still working on the slow part when she guided him to where she wanted him most, and he slipped inside.
Heaven. Hot, wet, glorious heaven. But-
“Kyle.” Panting, Annie opened to him more fully. “I promise to never say sex is overrated again if you just…” Her inner muscles tightened around him. “If you would…” Her hands pulled at his hips. “Move!”
“Move. Moving.” And ignoring the niggling in the dim recess of his mind, he moved them both to high heaven and back.
It wasn’t until it was over, until they’d drifted off to sleep that he remembered what the niggling had been about.
A condom.
Or more correctly…the lack of one.
How had he so lost himself? Well, that was easy enough to answer. He’d started out the seducer and had ended up being the seduced.
Even more shocking…he’d fallen in love.
Wouldn’t Kevin get a kick out of this. Hell, everyone he knew would get a kick out of this.
But what would Annie think?
He doubted she’d be doing the happy dance. Still, it all had to be faced, especially the condom part. He cracked open an eye, startled by the shift in shadows, realizing a good amount of time had passed.
And that he was alone.
KYLE DISCOVERED the hard way just how difficult it was to talk to a bridesmaid on the wedding day. Actually, it wasn’t just difficult.
It was impossible.
By the time he’d managed to stumble out of bed before dawn to look for Annie, he realized two things. One, the entire place was asleep, and two, she’d helped herself to the pair of his sweats he’d stripped out of before he’d gone to bed.
He stepped on something and looked down at the torn dominatrix outfit. The quick spurt of hot satisfaction sizzled out quickly as he realized he’d have to wait until the sun came up to talk to her because he couldn’t go sneaking his way through the sleeping bridesmaids’ rooms trying to find Annie, who obviously didn’t want to be found-especially at 3:00 a.m.
But at morning’s first light, he tucked the thong in his pocket, braved the stairs and entered what he and Kevin had dubbed “The Froufrou Zone.”
It was empty.
A maid scurried by and he stopped her. “Where is everyone?”
She laughed in disbelief. “On the morning of the wedding? Are you kidding?”
Did he look like he was kidding? “No, really. Where are they?”
“At the salon getting their fingernails, toenails, face, hair and anything else that needs doing, done.”
“But…” It boggled his mind. “That could take hours.”
“Many,” the maid agreed. “And if the groom is very, very lucky, they won’t be too late to the church.”
Great. Now he had to go the entire day without talking to her. Unless… “Which salon?”
“Don’t even think about it, bro.” Kevin came up the stairs and swung an arm around his shoulders. “Entering a woman’s domain like that would be scary stuff. They might insist you need a facial or something.” He studied Kyle curiously. “And I thought this wedding stuff gave you the hives anyway. What do you need a bunch of women for, when they’re all running around like their heads are cut off?”
“Um…” What did he need her for? Let’s see. First, he had the torn thong in his pocket. Second, they’d made love and had forgotten a condom.
Oh, and third-this was the biggie-he’d fallen in love.
But Annie had left him in the dark of the night, stealing out of his room without a word, so he figured he might want to keep that last thought to himself.
Kevin waved a hand in front of his face. “Yoo-hoo.”
Kyle slapped his hand away. “Stop it.”
“What do you need Annie for?”
“Who said I needed Annie?”
Kevin leaned back against the wall, looking awfully at ease for someone who was hitching his life to another person in a matter of hours. He also looked annoyingly full of patience. “Why don’t you just admit that this love stuff is sorta addicting, Ky, huh? That maybe even you can fall and fall hard.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
