Yours for the Night by Samantha Hunter Read Free Book Online

wedding was kind of like a vacation weekend; their little fling could last until the wedding was over, and then they would be, too.
    Tiffany’s skin was warm even though there was a cool breeze, and she turned to face him.
    “I suppose I could give you another chance to show me how bad you are,” she said, playing it cool even as her heart beat a little faster at the thought of being with Garrett again.
    He stepped closer. “Oh, I can be very bad,” he promised, just as suave.
    “Prove it,” she breathed.
    She so very, very much wanted to know, but she didn’t expect it when he slid an arm around her waist and scooped her next to him, taking them both around the other side of the tall shrubs into a small, secluded grotto.
    Large boulders had been arranged with smaller, sculpted rocks into a secluded sitting area that was fragrant with lush flowers and a garden that made the spot seem as if it were truly an escape from the hustle and bustle of the world. The air was slightly cooler in the shaded spot, but Garrett’s lips were hot as they captured hers in a kiss that was anything but polite.
    His tongue tangled with hers as he slipped his fingers beneath the low scoop of her neckline to play with a nipple as the other was bunching itself in the skirt of her dress, lifting it up.
    “Garrett, everyone is right over—”
    He moved his mouth to her ear, nipped her earlobe and ordered, “I know. Be quiet. Not a sound. They could hear,” he cautioned.
    Her breath caught at his tone, apprehension erased when he kissed her until objecting was not on her mind at all.
    As his hands made their way along the garters she wore, his very appreciative, guttural curse told her he enjoyed the sexy discovery. Tiffany was pretty sure she’d never been so turned on when his hand slipped into the lace scrap of panties she wore. She held her breath in anticipation of his touch, but then, to her surprise, he looped his hand through and tore them from her with a single pull.
    “Gar—” His name came out on a squeak, but he gave her a warning look. She pressed her lips shut, unsure what he was going to do next, but wanting desperately to find out.
    She watched as he took the lace from under her dress, and pushed the scrap into his pants pocket before dropping to his knees and pushing her skirt up enough that he could see her.
    “Beautiful,” he murmured, running his fingers under the strap of the garter again. Tiffany reached out to brace her hand on the rocky wall of the grotto behind her. She expected to feel his fingers on her, but she drew in a sharp breath when he parted her thighs and the warmth of his tongue slid along the soft, sensitive skin of her sex.
    Biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud, she peeked toward the corner of the grotto, and jerked away, her skirt falling into place as she heard voices and saw two bridesmaids walking around the edge of the shrubs.
    Garrett must have seen as well and pretended to be looking for something on the ground as the two approached.
    “Ah, there it is,” he said with satisfaction, standing and putting what had to be nothing in his pocket.
    Tiffany tried to get her breathing under control, her entire body hot with the fires he had kindled.
    “Tiffany! We were looking for you. The photographer needs you. Both of you,” Mary said, and then paused. Looking back and forth from Garrett to Tiffany for a few seconds, she smiled wickedly.
    “But I’m sure he can wait for five more minutes,” Mary said with a chuckle, still grinning back at Tiffany as the women left the grotto.
    Tiffany groaned to herself, her cheeks warm. Mary wouldn’t say anything, but she had definitely been able to tell that Tiffany and Garrett weren’t sharing friendly conversation.
    “That was close,” she whispered.
    “It certainly was…but all the more exciting for it,” he whispered back, winking at her as he held his arm out for her to take. She did, appreciative of the small gesture.
    “Every time