have you to keep me warm.â
âWell, now you do, so letâs lose all this foolishness.â
âYouâre not supposed to be here,â she reminded him as she raised her hands over her head to let him remove her shirt.
âAre you going to report me to the wedding police?â
âNot likely.â
âIn that case . . . Get naked, and hurry up about it.â
âIs this the kind of husband youâre going to be? If so, maybe I should reconsiderââ
He kissed her hard and fast, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers. âNo reconsidering allowed,â he said when he came up for air.
âI was teasing.â
âI wasnât.â He slid his hand into the back of her pajama pants and pushed them down, taking her panties with them. âAre you really superstitious about me seeing you before the wedding?â
âIâm Irish! Of course Iâm superstitious.â
âTurn away from me then.â
âWhy? Whatâre you going to do?â
âYouâll have to wait and see.â He stole one more kiss while he could and then waited for her to turn so her back was to him. Will tucked her in close to him, running his hand over her belly, which quivered under his touch.
She pressed her backside into his erection, making him groan.
âIt appears you arenât
that
superstitious after all.â
âIâm very superstitious,â she said primly.
He moved his hand farther down, cupping her and dipping his fingers into her slick heat. âOne part of you isnât. Want me to stop?â
âAbsolutely not.â
Laughing, Will slid two fingers into her. âI love how youâre always ready for me.â
âI canât get enough of you.â
âI love that, too.â
He alternated strokes of his fingers deep inside her with circling caresses of her clit.
âWill . . .â
âIâm here. Iâm right here.â Cupping her breast with his other hand, he pinched her nipple and felt her detonate. He loved the way she tightened around his fingers as she came. Removing his fingers, he raised her leg up and over his hip and slid into her from behind, going slowly at first, waiting until she was able to take him before he began to move faster. Then he pressed his fingers against her clit and kept them there as he pumped into her.
âI canât believe we get to do this any time we want for the rest of our lives,â he whispered.
She took hold of his other hand and brought it to her breast. âNeither can I.â
âCam . . . Iâm close . . . Need you.â
With her hand over his on her breast, she encouraged him to play with her nipple. Once again, the combination set off her orgasm.
Will groaned and pressed hard into her one more time, thrusting as he came with her. Only afterward did he realize he was holding her tight enough to cause bruises. âGod, you make me crazy. I didnât hurt you, did I?â
âNot at all.â
He kissed her shoulder and the curve of her neck. âWe canât have bruises on the bride.â
âThe bride has a man in her bed the night before her wedding. Itâs a scandal.â
âItâs because sheâs so hot he canât stand to spend even one night away from her.â
âDo you think heâll always feel that way about her?â
âI know he will.â
âEven after they have kids and their lives get crazy?â
âEspecially then.â
âShe should marry a guy like that.â
âShe really ought to.â
âIâm glad you came.â
He thrust his hips to remind her he was still inside her. âIâm glad you came, too. Twice.â
Laughing, she said, âThatâs not what I meant, as you well know.
âGet some sleep, sweetheart. Biggest day of our lives tomorrow.â
âI was asleep until I was
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