The Mistake (Bad Bridesmaids #1) - Noelle Adams Page 0,23

She was watching him with wide blue eyes.

When he hesitated, she said, “Oh my God, get moving, mister!”

Amusement ran through him, breaking his stupor. He eased into her, groaning at the feel of her slick, tight, hot body around him.

She moaned too, arching her back as her channel stretched to accommodate the size of him. They both panted for a minute, tangled up together, on the cusp, the edge, the prelude.

“God, you feel so good,” she breathed.

And that snapped the last thread of his control. He started to pump his hips, moving inside her, taking her firm and fast.

She gasped and gasped again as she planted her feet on the mattress so she could move her hips with his. She was with him all the way, sliding her hands from his shoulders to his biceps to the bedding beneath her.

He straightened his arms to hold himself up above her and took her hard, knowing everything he’d wanted up to this point in his life was only a precursor for this.

This moment.

She came before he expected her to, crying out as her body shook through the spasms. He slowed down to let her recover afterward, but he was relieved when she pushed him over onto his back and straddled his hips. Then she bounced on top of him with shameless enthusiasm, her hair and breasts jiggling in a way he knew he’d never forget.

She came again—loudly, uninhibitedly—and there was no way he could hold back anymore. He arched his hips up and let out a bellow as his climax hit. He let go of everything he’d been holding back. He felt himself come inside her, momentarily wishing he hadn’t needed to wear the condom. But that wasn’t enough to diminish the deep pleasure and satisfaction.

He let everything go until the aftershocks faded and his body grew still beneath hers.

They stared at each other, still tangled in their intimate position. He wasn’t sure what the look meant, but he felt it to his bones.

Then she collapsed on top of him, panting hoarsely. “God. Oh God. That was so good. How was that so good?” She mumbled against his shoulder since that was where her face had ended up.

He grunted, not yet capable of articulating anything coherent.

“It’s totally ridiculous that that was so good. I’m not even sure I like you.”

He gave a huff of dry amusement. She was still making him laugh.

She lifted her head to check his face. “You okay?”

He nodded, trying to pull himself together enough to answer. He felt totally emptied out. In a good way. He couldn’t remember feeling so sated before. “Yeah. Just catching my breath.”

“You thought it was good too, right? I mean, I’m not just making that up?”

“You’re definitely not making it up. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Hands down.”

Relief reflected in her expression as she laid her head back down on his chest. “That’s what I thought.”

He was going to have to take care of the condom soon or it would start to leak, but he wasn’t quite ready to move yet.

He wanted to enjoy this fantasy interlude for just another minute before the real world started to catch up.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER, Robert was sitting on the side of the bed, pulling his clothes on.

He was getting ready to leave.

Amanda wouldn’t have minded if he’d wanted to spend the night. She’d have been fine with it. Even liked it. But she wasn’t going to suggest it, and he clearly assumed that once the sex was over, it was time for him to head home.

It was probably smart. She’d had the time of her life, but those kinds of experiences never lasted. Better to end it now while it was still really good.

After all, it was a one-night stand. It wasn’t like it could continue.

It wasn’t like either of them would want that.

She’d pulled on an oversized T-shirt so she wouldn’t have to lie around naked, and she adjusted it around her as she sat up and folded her legs beneath her. She watched him pull up his pants and button his shirt, not bothering to tuck it in. Then he put on his socks. Ran a hand through his hair as if he knew it was a mess.

It was. It was also the sexiest thing ever.

“It really was amazing,” she said, feeling like they needed to bring this thing to a suitable conclusion rather than him just walking out. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss her lightly on