The Mistake (Bad Bridesmaids #1) - Noelle Adams Page 0,39

climbed on top of him until she was straddling his hips and leaning over to kiss him hard and deep.

He didn’t hesitate. As soon as she moved toward him, he reached for her with both hands, rolling over willingly and helping her position herself above him. His hands remained wrapped around the back of her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh there as his mouth and tongue moved against hers.

Her hair was falling down over both of them. The straps of her tank top were slipping off her shoulders. A deep throbbing between her legs had ignited, and she could feel it everywhere, all the way to her fingers and toes. She was messy and eager and nakedly needy as she kissed and rubbed against him, and she didn’t even care.

His hands slid up to her bottom, holding her in place against his groin. He was getting hard. She could feel his erection growing against her. She still couldn’t believe this man wanted her that way. Wanted her so much.

“Damn, sunshine,” he murmured raggedly, breaking out of the kiss by turning his head. “I’m going to lose it soon. Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure about anything.” She stared down at his flushed face and hot eyes. “Are you sure?”

He nodded and gently gathered her hair into one of his hands so it wasn’t hanging over her face. “Yes. I’m sure. You’ve always been my sunshine.”

Her heart jumped a few times. She was still shaking, although only part of it was nerves. It was so much. So much of him. All at once. She wasn’t sure she was capable of handling the wave of joy and pride and possessiveness and responsibility that came with what he’d given her.

But she wanted it. There was no way she would ever turn it down once it was offered. So she kissed him again in a hungry rush.

He kept his fistful of her hair, holding her head in place with it, and he caressed and squeezed her bottom with his other hand. She was still wearing her little pajama shorts, but they didn’t get in the way of feeling his touch. He was rocking his hips up into her weight. She could feel how hard he was in his pants. It felt like they were making love before they’d even gotten their clothes off.

After a few minutes, he turned his head out of the kiss again and took a loud, shaky breath.

“Why’d you stop?” She frowned down at him, hot and rumpled and deeply aroused.

“Because I’m seriously about to embarrass myself. Give me a minute, will you?” His expression was both self-deprecating and strangely desperate.

She huffed but didn’t mean it. “Fine. Don’t want you to come in your pants before we even get started.”

“Very considerate of you.” After a pause, he asked, “Do you want to use a condom?”

She shook her head. “I’m on birth control. We don’t have to unless you’d rather.”

He clearly was happy with relying on her birth control because his face tightened briefly with what looked like barely restrained lust.

She couldn’t help but giggle. “I didn’t figure you’d have trouble with losing it too soon. I thought you’d be a man of iron control.”

“Normally I am.” His tone changed as he rolled them both over so he was halfway on top of her. “I’m sure this is just a temporary aberration from my remarkable skill and fortitude.”

Still laughing, she reached up to take his face in both hands. “Skill I can definitely believe. I’m still waiting to witness your fortitude.”

“You will.”

“After you’ve had your minute.”

His eyes narrowed. “My minute is over now.”

He kissed her again, this time from above. It felt different but just as good. His hands moved over her body as he did, pulling off her pajamas. She had to help him get her shorts off over her feet, and they had to break the kiss to pull her top off, but finally she was naked beneath him, and his eyes were roaming over her possessively from her face to her toes.

“You’ve already seen me without clothes before.”

“You think one time is enough?” There was a growl in his voice that she really liked. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of seeing you like this.”

She started to respond—no doubt with some sort of brilliant and witty repartee—but he ducked down just then to give one of her breasts a quick nip that made her squeal.

Then he did it to the other.