Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) - Crystal Kaswell Page 0,12
either way. If I had to pick, I like her in last night's smudged makeup, her long hair a frizzy mess. That's the way she looks after the nights where I make her come until she can't take it anymore.
My cock stirs at the thought. I tell it to calm down—this is strictly for her—and run my fingers over her cheek.
"You look gorgeous." I slide my hand over the curve of her hip. Somehow, the purple wrap dress is sexy and elegant at the same time. What is that shade of purple called? It's gorgeous on her. Brings out the flecks of honey in her eyes.
The desire in her eyes.
"Thanks." She buries her face in my chest. "If I never see another makeup brush or bobby pin, it will be too soon. I liked the makeup artist. She said she's available anytime in the next few days, but I got the feeling that she does a lot of last-minute weddings. I'll have to call her as soon as we have a date and time."
"We do."
"What?" She looks up at me, her brows arching with surprise. "Miles, when did we... what did you do?"
"I booked a place for the night after tomorrow."
Her eyes go wide. Her jaw drops straight to the ground. "What if I hate it?"
"Then we'll find a new place. But you won't." I pull her closer. She smells good—a little like hairspray, but still good. "It's perfect."
She nods, her fingers curling into my button-up shirt. "Fuck. I'm going to get makeup on your white shirt." She pulls back and stares into my eyes. "Why do you look so good cleaned up?"
"You like a bad boy in a nice package."
"You're more like a sweet guy in a bad boy package."
"Sweet guy who gets you off in a booth before you meet your parents for dinner?"
Her cheeks flush. Her teeth sink into her lip. She's right where I want her.
And fuck, how I want my hands under that dress.
But we need to get conversation out of the way first.
I stare back into her brown eyes. "You nervous about your parents?"
She nods. "What if they don't approve?"
Then we're fucked. "They will." They have to.
She slides into the booth.
My gaze goes to her legs as she tugs the skirt up her thighs. My hand needs on them immediately. "Need to make this fast in case your parents are early."
She nods and leans closer. "Beat your old record."
"Haven't been timing it."
"Can't have been more than three minutes."
I smile. She knows exactly how to bait me.
Her fingers curl around my forearm. Her head rests on my shoulder. This wedding stuff is exhausting. It's weighing on her.
She needs a break.
I need her eyes rolling back with pleasure. Need to see her floating so I know this heaviness is temporary.
Not that I need an excuse to get her off. Fuck, getting her off is the only thing I love more than the stage.
I stroke her thigh until the server stops at our table to take our order. For now, it's drinks. Iced tea for her. The same for me.
By the time he's back with our beverages, Meg is panting. Her lips purse with a needy sigh. That sigh is music. It screams, I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me.
Her eyes meet mine. The plead for release.
Maybe I will break my old record.
I do live to break records.
I press my lips to Meg's. Her tongue darts into my mouth. It's aggressive. Needy.
She sighs into my mouth as I slide my hand up her thigh. Her knees part. Her body turns a few inches toward mine. If I move, she'll be flashing anyone who walks by.
She's open, vulnerable.
It's fucking hot.
I kiss her back. My cock is at full attention. It doesn't have any intention of waiting, but I've dealt with blue balls before.
Meg doesn't waste time. Her hand goes right for my crotch. She rubs me over my slacks. Fuck. My eyes close. My lips part with a sigh. These things are thinner and slicker than my jeans. The friction is intense enough to get me off.
That's not how I want to meet her parents.
I grab her wrist and bring her hand to my waist. She takes the hint, digging her fingers into my shirt. There's enough heat in the touch that I'm half-worried she'll set the cotton thing on fire.
My tongue slides over hers as my fingers find her folds. I slip one finger inside her.