Chapter 35: Him

Bianca was all kinds of right. This man is candy. I could tell he was gorgeous from across the church, but up close, he’s fierce and powerful. The suit he’s wearing is sculpted to him, emphasizing broad shoulders and a powerful chest. And his eyes…dark and deep and focused right on me. Heat flows through me and I swear time stops for a second. Or at least it feels that way.

“She didn't add that you're hot as well” I licked my lips then and swallowed hard as I stared at him. I couldn’t believe that I was being so blatantly obvious with a stranger.

There’s a flash of heat in his eyes, and I could swear he just licked his lips too. My eyes followed every movement of his lips, the way they curl round his lower lips, as slow as they could. He caught me looking and grinned at me. He leaned down slowly so that his wet lips were almost against mine. I could feel his breath on mine. I breathe in them, not getting enough.

"I can tell you what I can do with it" He pulled out his tongue and then brushed it with the tips of my lower lips. It left a wet trail on it and I fought with everything in me not to lick it.

"I've been told I'm very good with this"

"Oh!" I laughed nervously.

"Or I could show you." His eyes flick down to my lips and back up to my eyes. The tug in my gut tells me that he’s going to kiss me right here, right now in front of the church for the incoming guest to see, and the butterflies tell me that I want him to.

" I could show you how it feels like,” he says, and then his lips come down on mine.

Somewhere I can hear the bickering of people, but I’m lost, drowning in sensation. His lips are soft and firm, pressing against mine and coaxing them open. His hand slides up my back to cup my neck, and he pulls me closer. I can’t ever remember being kissed like this before. It’s opened up a wildfire inside me, and I want more. More.

We break apart, both gasping for breath. “Maybe we could go somewhere more private?”

He winked at me and grabbed my hand before leading me down a small corridor. I followed behind him, a loud roar in my ears, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when every fiber of my being was on fire, and awaiting his touch. This man was sex personified and what would it hurt, to just make out with him.

"You’re so sexy.” He whispered as he opened a door, pulled me into the room with him and then closed it. He pushed me back and I felt his lips on mine.

“I’m going to show you just how talented I am"

“I like your mouth,” I say. Not the most eloquent sentiment, but I think eloquence is a bit beyond me right now.

He makes a low sound in his throat. “Your mouth drives me crazy.”

Our lips crash together and I moan, because he tastes so good, like sweet champagne and something that my drunk brain says might be hope. His hand runs down my side, stroking down my hip to the hem of my dress and teasing my skin. His lips are on my neck and then my shoulder, then he returns to my lips. He’s leaving me breathless in the

best way. Like I’ve just run a marathon and can’t wait to do it again.

Bells were ringing in my head as waves of heat spread through my entire body as he sucked on my tongue. The drought was officially ending and I couldn’t be happier about it.

His hand runs up the inside of my leg, and I part for him. His fingers touch the fabric of my underwear and I’m already so wet, so ready, so sensitive, that I shudder.

He deepens our kiss, coaxing my lips open with his tongue, mimicking the motion with his fingers down below. He doesn’t go underneath my panties, just strokes me over them, and I want more. I push myself into his hand and his fingers find my clit through the fabric, stroking and circling. God, it feels so good. How long has it been since I’ve had sex? I can’t even remember.

Familiar anger floods me and I push myself

harder against him, the strength of my anger making me want him that much more. His fingers do not stop, circling and circling, and the orgasm bursts through me swift and unexpected. I cry out into his mouth, shaking and feeling my underwear grow even wetter.

Oh god, it’s like a blast of pleasure straight through my nerves, and I know that was just a taste. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull his body to me. I want him. I want this. I can feel the strain of his erection pressing against me through his pants, and I smile at him, loving that he wants this too.

He lifted me up slightly and then lowered

me to the ground.

"What are you doing?” I moaned, as he pulled my formal dress up.

“What you want me to do.” He bent down and I felt his tongue running up the inside of my thigh. My body tingles all over and all I could think wa

s how glad I was that I’d shaved that morning.