The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,112

her abdomen, setting her skin on fire with need. He continued his torturous descent to her pelvis, her inner thigh.

He lifted her hips, cradling her ass cheeks in his palms as his face hovered over her folds, his warm breath sending a tingling jolt into her lower abdomen. By the time his tongue started to caress her, she cried out with relief, surprised by the intensity of the pleasure shooting through her.

She arched her back, lifting into him, trying to stifle her moans. After a minute of his sweet torture, she blindly grasped his hair and pulled him up, sure she’d come if he didn’t stop, and she wanted to do that when he was inside her. His lifted his head and slid his chest up her abdomen, his chest hair brushing over her sensitive nipples, making her gasp and press her groin into him.

He rested his weight on his elbow next to her head, looking down at her as she fought to catch her breath. His hand brushed several strands of hair from her cheek. Then he leaned in to kiss her, soft and gentle, his tongue skimming her long bottom lip, the taste of her on his mouth.

Wild with need, she lifted her hips, the movement pressing his erection into her thigh. She took control of the kiss, frantic for him and for release. His hand moved down and brushed her nipple with his thumb.

Megan sucked in her breath as her back arched in desire.

“Josh,” she cried out, that one word channeling the force of her raw desire.

Moving his hand under her ass, Josh lifted her up, then teased her entrance with the tip of his erection.

She moved under him, encouraging him to take her completely. His palm covered her hand next to her head, and he laced their fingers together before pushing into her, moving with agonizing slowness.

The ache for release was overwhelming as he pulled out and repeated his slow thrust. “Josh.”

He moved his hips more quickly, leaning down to kiss her as she gasped in pleasure and relief. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she tilted her hips up to take him deeper.

The pressure built until she shattered, crying out his name. He covered her mouth with his, muffling her sounds. He was close behind, thrusting several more times before he pushed deep inside her and groaned into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around his upper back, holding him close, her wordless way of telling him that she never wanted this moment to end.

He gently eased her hips down to the pallet, staying on top of her. As he kissed her, slow and deep, Megan realized she’d never felt so connected to anyone in her life.

“Don’t leave me tomorrow,” she whispered.

“I will never willingly leave you, Megan.”

She studied his face. “What does that mean?”

“You might change your mind about me.”

“Why would I do that?”

He gave her a soft smile, but it was full of sadness.

“Does this have to do with what happened with Blair and Noah at the restaurant?”

Surprise flickered on his face, and he rolled to his side, bringing her with him. He grabbed the blanket next to him and flipped it over to cover them both to their waists.

“What do you know about it?” he finally asked.

“Nothing. Only that Noah must have done something terrible to make you hit him like that, and I suspect Blair instigated the whole thing since she was hot on your heels when you came back from the restroom.”

His body stiffened below her. “Noah betrayed me.”

What could that mean? “Does this have to do with your business decision or me?”

His hand tangled in her hair and tightened. “Both.”

Both? “And Blair was involved.”

Wariness filled his eyes. “She loves you, Megan. She’s going to do what she thinks she needs to do to keep you safe.”

Megan pushed up on her elbow. “What did she do?”

A gentle smile lit up his eyes and his hold on her hair loosened, but he continued to play with the loose strands. “It doesn’t matter. She’ll tell you tomorrow, I’m sure.” He searched her eyes. “I thought about talking to you about this first, but I’ve decided to let her. I know her version, and you know most of mine. All I ask is that you think of what we have—what I’m so desperate to keep—before you make up your mind.”

What was he talking about?

“But if you decide you believe me and you believe that I care about you, I still want to go through