The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,45

bind?” Both of them started to laugh.

“Yes, cut us loose,” Josh managed to say.

It took Libby several minutes to cut them free. Megan rubbed the deep indentations on her arm.

Wearing a grin, Libby nodded toward Megan’s arm. “Looks like Knickers needs some lessons on bondage. I know a dominatrix who would be happy to teach her. Imagine how thrilled your dad would be.”

Megan cringed. “Eww. Stop.”

Josh’s eyes widened. “You know a dominatrix?”

“Yeah,” Libby shrugged. “I can set you up with a private session if you’d like.”

Jealousy rushed through Megan in a hot wave, taking her by surprise. And it wasn’t the first time she’d felt this way tonight. She wasn’t typically a jealous person, so what was that about? She grabbed Josh’s wrist. “He’ll be tied up.”

“He already was tied up.”

Josh chuckled.

Megan groaned and headed for the stairs, pulling Josh with her. “Bye, Libby.”

“Josh, if you change your mind, let me know,” Libby called after them, the merest hint of a laugh in her voice.

Megan didn’t stop until she got him into her room and shut the door. He stood with his back to it, waiting for her to make a move. His smile was gone; his eyes were serious.

He was probably the most handsome man she’d ever known, but this was crazy. She hadn’t even known him twenty-four hours. Yet . . . she wanted this.

“I hardly know you,” she finally said.

The corners of his mouth tipped up slightly. “I know.”

“You don’t know me either.”

“True.”

She’d had two drinks in quick succession, and while she wasn’t drunk, it had certainly shaved the edge off her nerves. “I like you.”

His grin faded and his voice turned husky. “I like you, too.”

She took a step toward him. “Did you fake that kiss a few minutes ago? Was it a performance, like Kevin suggested?”

He released a breath of disbelief and gave a small shake of his head. “God, no.”

She took a deep breath. “Do you want to schedule a session with Libby’s dominatrix?”

Josh’s eyes lit up and he released a chuckle. “No.”

She took another step toward him, leaving two feet between them.

He closed the distance, slowly reaching for her face with both hands and cupping her cheeks as he looked deep into her eyes. Still he hesitated.

“What are we doing?” she whispered, resting her hands on his chest.

“I’m not sure.”

“This is crazy.”

A hint of a smile returned. “I know.” A silent war waged in his eyes before he kissed her. It was gentle at first, as if he were as shocked as she was that they were doing this.

This was so out of character for Megan. She wasn’t a prude, and while she had no hard and fast rule about how many dates needed to precede sex, it didn’t usually happen until after the third. She wasn’t sure if she could count the engagement party tonight as their first date, but she had no doubt that she wanted this. She’d never believed in chemistry before, but one touch, one kiss from this man had made her a convert.

She grabbed the back of his head and opened her mouth to him, teasing the tip of his tongue with hers.

It was as if she’d released a flood gate. He moved a hand behind her back, pressing her chest tighter to his, and his mouth became more demanding. Her body answered. A surge of desire washed through her, and the urge to be closer to him, to feel his bare skin under her fingertips, was impossible to resist.

She loosened the knot in his tie, then set to work on the buttons on his shirt. He reached behind her for the zipper of her dress and pulled it down.

They broke apart, both of them breathless as Josh pushed her sleeves down her arms, his fingertips trailing softly in the fabric’s wake. Her dress puddled at her feet, and she stepped over it, sliding off her sandals in the process.

She stood in front of him wearing only a white lace bra and panties, thankful she’d had the foresight to not only pack matching undergarments but ones that were worthy of being seen.

Josh gasped slightly at the sight of her and then reached for her again, crushing her mouth with his.

She placed her hands on his bare chest and slid them around to his back, her hands gripping his shoulder blades. She pulled him backward to the edge of the bed, then reached for his belt, quickly unfastening it before working on the button and zipper of his jeans.