The Wedding Pact Box Set - Denise Grover Swank Page 0,83

and could think of nothing but getting him inside the house and stripping off his clothes.

She took his hand and pulled him upstairs and into her bedroom. Pushing him against the wall, she reached for his jeans. A devilish grin lit up his face as he watched her. “You’re so determined.”

“You drove me crazy all the way here. It’s my turn now.” As she lowered his jeans, she dropped to her knees and helped him step out of the pant legs.

He looked down at her, his eyes hooded with lust and desire as she licked the length of his erection, then looked up at him. His gaze met hers, and he released a low groan when she licked him again while cupping his balls. He leaned the back of his head against the wall and reached for her hair, grabbing loose handfuls as she took him into her mouth. She set the pace, but he soon became impatient.

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply as he unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders and down to the floor. “I’m so torn,” he said, dragging his mouth from hers and moving to her ear. “Part of me wants to have you in the shower, and the other part of me wants you on the bed.”

She pulled his mouth back to hers. “Bed.”

He grabbed her thighs and lifted her as if she were weightless. She straddled his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck and back, kissing him as he walked the short distance to her bed. Laying her down sideways on the mattress, he hovered over her, his hand cupping her breast as their mouths still connected. He started to roll to his side, but she didn’t want to wait. She wanted him now.

“No,” she murmured. And she reached down and guided him inside her.

He accepted the invitation, lifting her hips and plunging deep into her with one thrust. She arched her back and rose up to take him in, wanting him deeper, needing more. Her legs tightened around his waist, but he pulled them loose, lifting one to hook the back of her knee over his shoulder. She gasped as his urgency increased and her body responded, wanting more.

He had her close within a minute, but she held on, fighting her release, wanting it to last, wanting to come with him. His hand covered her breast, his thumb and finger pinching her nipple, and it was enough to push her over the edge. She cried out, her fingers digging into his back as his movements grew more frantic, and he came too, pushing hard against her as he groaned.

He collapsed on top of her, unhooking her leg and rolling to his side, bringing her with him. He kissed her, his tongue seeking hers out, his hand tangling in her hair.

“This is some honeymoon we’re having,” she grinned against his lips.

“You, Megan Vandemeer, are absolutely perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a laugh.

“This is exactly what I mean,” he said, pulling back to look into her eyes. “We just did . . . this—and now we’re laughing.”

“You can’t say sex, Josh?” she teased. “You really are a prude.”

“This was not mere sex, Megan, and you know it. This doesn’t even come close to anything I’ve ever experienced before.” Some indeterminable emotion flickered in his eyes before fading. “But maybe it’s not like that for you.”

She shook her head in amazement. “My reaction five minutes ago didn’t make it clear enough? This is not the norm for me—not that I sleep around.”

“Neither do I.”

“I’ve never . . .” Her words trailed off as she rested her hand lightly on his cheek, her thumb tracing the outline of his bottom lip. This thing between them was special. It was worth saving. “Maybe we should just tell my mom everything and let the chips fall where they may.”

Indecision flickered in his eyes. “You would really do that?”

“Stand up to my mother?”

“And tell her the truth. Can you do that and live with the consequences?”

She pulled back slightly. “What does that mean?”

“If your mother walked in right now and you told her everything, what do you think she would do?”

“First of all, she would flip out to find us sideways like this. Normal people have sex parallel to the edge of the bed, Megan,” she mocked. “Not perpendicular.”

He placed his hand on her shoulder, rubbing along her collarbone as he offered her a tentative smile. “And after that,”