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The Wedding Date Disaster(31)
Author: Avery Flynn

Without letting herself double- or triple-think it, she leaned in and kissed him, knowing she was only asking for trouble and she was more than okay with that.

Chapter Fourteen

Will froze. It wasn’t because he wasn’t burning for more—because he fucking was—but because Hadley needed to get away from the memories; the pain of the past wasn’t for show. No one was that good of an actress, hundreds of millions on the line or not. She’d pull back in a second, the regret he’d seen in the coat closet clear on her face, and that would be it. And he’d still be here wanting the woman who meant to take his brother for everything she could. But as she moved her soft lips against his, the tip of her tongue teasing him, begging for more, it got harder and harder to hold on to that. Because knowing it was wrong didn’t change the wanting.

He cupped the back of her head, threading his fingers through her brown hair and breaking the kiss. The move cut into him like an icy wind. “Hadley.”

“We shouldn’t,” she said, her voice soft with an edge of need beneath it.

“No.” Still he didn’t move, the tension holding him in place, his fingers tangled in her hair, her body so close, he could feel the heat of her skin against him.

“But we want to.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes. “At least I want to.”

His cock thickened against his thigh as he white-knuckled his control even as it slipped through his grasp. “You are not alone in that.”

“But we can’t.” Her hands on his chest, fingertips gliding their way over him and leaving nothing but unquenched fire in their wake.

He didn’t mean to bring her closer, to glide his hands down to her hips and slide her over so she was on his lap. Her hands were on his shoulders, straddling him. Somehow, even though he knew exactly how perfectly her softness fit against his hardness, he managed to keep his hands light on her hips instead of pulling her down and grinding her against him.

This would kill him.

She would kill him.

God, he’d die happy.

“It’ll complicate things,” he managed to get out through clenched teeth as he fought against the lust burning him from the inside out.

Her cheeks flushed, desire swirling in her eyes, as she clutched his shirt as if she were as much on the edge as he was. “It already has.”

Fuck. How did he argue with that? He couldn’t. Not here, not now, with Hadley in his arms, her body pressed up against his in the tiny booth. The whole world collapsed in on this one place, the air heavy with promise and possibilities, as if they weren’t just battling each other but that they were fighting the inevitable.

“One last time,” he said, even though he wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her.

“Then we’ll have each other out of our systems,” she said, tugging at his shirt and pulling it free.

She worked it upward so slowly, it was more like torture than anything else, until the only thing against his chest was the cool of the fresh air and the heat of her gaze.

“Do you really think we can?” Because he didn’t just doubt, he wanted to believe.

“Only one way to find out,” she said, pushing his shirt up and off him in a fast, fluid motion that still took too damn long. “Please, Will.”

She rocked against him in a slow rhythm that short-circuited his brain, but it was the sound of his name on her lips as she rubbed herself against his hard cock that snapped his last bit of self-control. There were better men out there who’d say, not wrongly, that this was the woman gold digging his brother—or more charitably, the woman fighting to forget old hurts—and, therefore, he should peel her off him, set her down, and walk away.

He wasn’t that man.

Dropping his hands so they were flat on the smooth cowhide seat on either side of his thighs, his entire body hard and aching for her, he forced himself to hold on long enough to get out one last question. “Are you sure?”

She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it off, dropping it so it landed on top of his on the seat. “Absolutely.”

Thank. Fucking. God.

Her perfect tits were encased in paper-thin purple lace, the pointed tips of her nipples jutting out, right at eye level. Later, he’d look his fill. Now, he needed more. He tugged down the lace cups and sucked her freed nipple into his mouth. Licked it. Teased it with his teeth. Swirled his tongue around its hard, sensitive peak as she moaned her pleasure, begging for more. The sounds she made, the way she let her head fall back as she rocked her hips, it ruined him.

“You’re gonna be the end of me,” he said.

Her hands tightened in his hair, a teasing tug as she let out a shaky breath. “That wasn’t how I planned on taking you out, but a woman can dream.”

“Such a smart mouth.” So damn kissable. It was the kind of mouth that launched a thousand hard-ons since he’d first spotted her along the sidelines smiling at his damn brother.

“You wanna know a secret?” Hadley looked down at him from her perch on his lap, her tits brushing against him. “I think you like my smart mouth.”

“For starters.” Damn him, he liked so much about her, from the don’t-even-try-your-usual-bullshit attitude to the way she cried out when she came.

“Oh yeah?” she asked, her voice husky. “What else do you like?”

“This bra, it’s such a tease.” He lowered his mouth, swirling his tongue over the stiff peaks straining against the lace. “And these nipples so hard and demanding.” Skimming his palms from her ribs down over her waist, he took his time feeling his way down. “Fuck, these hips. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about these hips, that ass, all of you.”

“Even my smart mouth?”

“Especially that.”

For once, they wanted the exact same thing. Hands on her hips, he stood her up, hating losing the feel of her against him but needing to get her naked.

Now.

“Take them off.”

“What?” she asked, skimming her hands down her soft belly to the button of her jeans. “These?” She unbuttoned her jeans. “Fair is fair—you too.”

He would have responded if he could, but the second she started inching her zipper lower, he lost the ability, so he followed her orders, stripping free of the rest of his clothes before she’d even gotten her zipper down. The other night, everything had been filtered through the mirror, so it was like seeing her for the first time, the full curve of her tits, the pink tips of her hard nipples, the way her hips flared out—revealed inch by inch as she pushed her jeans and then her panties down.

“You are definitely gonna be the end of me,” he said again as he got on his knees in front of her and then started to kiss his way lower down her soft belly.

“How about we find out just how far we can push it,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair as he went lower.

So damn cocky. God, he loved it.

“Such.” He kissed the freckle beside her belly button. “A.” He kissed the spot above her barely there curls, trailing his thumb across them but just barely enough to tease and leave her wanting more. “Smart.” He kissed a trail down the inside of her thighs, nudging them open and widening her stance as he guided her back down onto the edge of the seat. “Mouth.”

He glided his hands up her thighs, his thumbs skimming across her inner thighs until he reached her slick, swollen folds. Her hold on his hair tightened as he stroked his thumb across her sensitive clit, slowly and steadily building the tension as she let out a shaky moan. Smoothing his fingertips over her, he teased her, following her nonsensical pleas and sighs of pleasure, getting her right to the edge of orgasm without letting her fall over. Not yet. He wanted to draw it out, make it last. Did that make him a jerk? He was okay with that, because when she did come, she’d remember this moment and she’d remember him.

Another moan escaped her lips when he slipped two fingers, crossed as if making a promise, inside her and slid them forward and back against her most sensitive spots, the whole time tasting her and using his tongue with the right amount of pressure to keep her strung tight and yearning.

“Will,” she begged as he turned his fingers inside her, making sure they hit the tight bundle of nerves at her entrance.

God, he’d never get over hearing his name on her lips when she was on the verge.

“Please, Will.” She lifted her hips, rocking against his mouth. “More.”

In and out, this way and that, he couldn’t deny her. He lapped at her clit, hard and fast, pushing her toward that line as her cries grew more frantic and demanding. The time for teasing her had passed. No soft, barely there touches. He filled her with his fingers, sliding in and out, as he worked his tongue on her clit, rolling and rotating around the bundle of nerves that had her moaning with pleasure each time he made contact. She was so wet, so ready for him, that he had to reach down and curl his hands around his cock, squeezing hard at the base to relieve some of the pressure. Her entire body contracted as she came hard, her body arching as she thrust her hips up and let out a cry of satisfaction as he slowed but didn’t stop, riding the wave with her until she melted back, sated, against the seat.

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