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my mouth.

“And you smell delicious,” I whisper right before I cover that mouth with mine.

Our train of thought makes no sense, but the tingling longing that’s been stemming from my cock all night flares with desire when Lily’s tongue invades my mouth.

We’re making out like teenagers in the shadows of a crowded room, and it feels so illicit and hungry that when my brain begs for me to press my hips into her core, I do.

Lily groans into my mouth, one leg raising to hook around my hip. I catch it, her dress sliding up until my fingers stroke silky skin.

The change of a song catches my ear, and I break our foreplay off with a rasping breath.

“We need to get out of here before I fuck you in public right on top of the head table.”

Those sapphire eyes turn molten, and I grab her hand before either of us can rethink this.

24

Bowen

The hotel room door slams into the wall as we bust through it.

“Thank goodness Keaton was such an ass about making everyone stay in the hotel.” Lily giggles as she kicks her heels off.

I’m wrenching my tie from my neck, fumbling to uncoil it and throw it across the room. “Fuck, he was a prick about that. I’ll have to thank him.”

We’re doing a drunk tango through the short entryway in my queen-size deluxe, the only room that was left by the time Keaton put his foot on my metaphorical neck and forced me to get a room within the block. The Queen Anne Inn was the only hotel for twenty miles around Fawn Hill and was located exactly five minutes from the wedding venue, which was also five minutes from my house. It was ridiculous to have us pay to stay here, but Presley had expressed to my brother how fun it would be if everyone woke up in the same place the morning after the wedding and ate brunch together. And what Presley thought would be fun, was Keaton’s job to make happen.

Now, though, I was going to have to pat my brother on the back.

“Why do you have so many buttons?” Lily whines as she hastily works her way down the white shirt under my tux.

“And how the heck do these straps work?” I growl, frustrated that her skin is encased in so much fabric.

The buzz of the many drinks consumed at the wedding flows through my veins, charging the sexual energy between us just a little bit more than normal. Being under the influence of alcohol makes being under the influence of Lily that much more intoxicating. I don’t need to think. Not about the ramifications of pinning her beneath me, or about what we’ll tell everyone who saw us almost making out on the dance floor, or about the threats her father’s made against me.

My inhibitions are nonexistent, and that means I can focus solely on giving Lily pleasure and taking it in return.

“Yes,” Lily moans the second she’s freed my abs from the shirt.

I shuck my jacket off, the shirt follows, and then I’m standing there while her fingers explore my pecs and torso. Her hands are small and soft, lighting a path of fire everywhere they touch.

Grabbing her behind the neck, I crush her to my chest, unable to fight off the urge my lips have to be on hers any longer. Cherries, a bite of whiskey and the tail end of a spicy vermouth. Lily was drinking Manahttans toward the end of the night, and now they’re on my tongue.

I want to drown in her taste.

“Need to taste you,” I husk out.

Her voice is barely audible. “You already are.”

Lifting her from the waist, I deposit her on the bed in a cloud of pink wisp as her dress flies around her.

“I’ve tasted your mouth. Now, I need to taste your sweet pussy.”

My cock hardens impossibly more at my own words, and Lily whimpers as her head hits the mattress with a light thud. I can’t resist unzipping myself, the haze of booze spurring me on, and pushing my dress pants down over my hips. My rigid cock springs free, and I hiss as it makes contact with the air. All the blood in my body seems to zero in on this one appendage, and my hand instinctively reaches down to stroke.

Lily is mesmerized as I jack myself in front of her, my balls tightening with every pull.

“If you aren’t out of that dress in three seconds, I’m going under that