The Mistake (Bad Bridesmaids #1) - Noelle Adams Page 0,20

“Okay then.”

She inhaled and exhaled, thrilled to see him so flushed and rumpled. She wasn’t the only one affected by that kiss.

“Exactly how much breath do you need until we can kiss again?”

She giggled. “Just a little bit more. You’re really good at that.”

“At what? Being impatient?”

“No. Kissing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Not to give you a big head or anything. But I didn’t expect it to be so good.”

He frowned. “Why wouldn’t you expect it to be good?”

“Oh my God. The male ego knows no bounds. That wasn’t an insult. It was a compliment. It’s just that kissing someone you don’t know really well is kind of... kind of strange. You know? Like you’re shoving yourself into clothes that don’t quite fit. So I was expecting it to be... I don’t know. A little awkward.”

“I’m sure if you keep going with your self-assessment, we can make this awkward real quick.” Despite his dry comment, his eyes were warm and his lips twitched slightly.

She made a face at him. “I like to talk. It makes me feel better.”

“All right then. You talk as much as you’d like. I’ll do something else with my mouth if that’s all right with you.”

Her whole body gave a little clench. “That seems like an acceptable arrangement.”

He was chuckling softly as he moved toward her again, kissing her mouth and wasting no time in sliding his tongue against hers. She melted against him again, just like she had before. She wrapped both arms around him, needing to hold on as he slid both his palms down to cup her bottom through her dress.

The gesture made arousal tighten between her legs. The entitlement of it.

After a few minutes, he lowered his mouth to kiss a trail along her jaw and then down her throat.

She dropped her head back in helpless pleasure, relieved her back was against the counter for some extra support. “Oh God, you’re so good at this.”

He grunted with what sounded like approval. His lips and tongue were busy at the pulse in her throat.

“I’m seriously about to lose it.” She gasped, clutching at his hair as waves of pleasure and tightening anticipation overwhelmed her. “How is this happening already?”

His grunt was definitely approval this time. He was really liking what she was saying.

She had to fight not to grind her hips against him. “Should we move to the bedroom?”

“Why?” His voice was muffled by her skin—he’d kissed his way lower, to the cleavage revealed by her neckline—but the question was clear.

“Because it might be kind of strange to have an orgasm right here next to my blender. I told you I’m about to—” Her words were cut off when he lowered his head even more and gave one of her tight nipples a little nip through the fabric of her dress.

“Did you like that?” he asked thickly. He straightened up with an almost feral smile.

She scowled. “You know perfectly well I did. And you don’t have to look so much like a caveman just because you have a few skills. Has it ever occurred to you that it’s not about you and maybe I’m just a very sexy person who knows how to enjoy—”

He tweaked her nipple again, this time with his fingers, and he didn’t immediately release it. He kept thumbing her breast until she’d dropped her head back again with a long, shameless moan, nearly collapsing against the counter as her knees buckled.

It felt so good.

He had no right to make her feel so good from such a small gesture.

The ache at her center was so strong now she was trying to hump his thigh. She grumbled in protest when he moved back but stopped complaining when he pushed her skirt up and felt between her thighs with one hand.

She clung desperately to the counter, her arms outstretched in a rather embarrassing manner. She didn’t care. He’d lowered his mouth to her throat again and was sucking hard at her pulse. One hand still fondled her breast deliciously while the other tucked inside her panties to find where she was very hot and wet.

“Oh God,” she moaned, closing her eyes and rocking her body against his touch. “Oh God, I’m so close. Already. How is this...?” She took a ragged gasp as a powerful surge of pleasure racked her body. “Oh God, oh God. Robert, please. Just a little more. Oh please.”

She was talking a lot. Probably too much. She did like to be verbal in the bedroom, but she wasn’t usually quite this shameless.

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