Yours for the Night by Samantha Hunter Read Free Book Online Page A

I reach into my pocket today, I’ll have these to touch, and every time I look at you, we’ll both know how I got them and that you are naked underneath that dress. Just let me know if you want me to finish what we started.”
    She sucked in a deep breath, trying to control the surge of lust that ran through her at the thought of that happening. Words abandoned her. The wedding reception hall held endless possibilities. Lounges, coat rooms, closets.
    She shoved a playful elbow into his side, her cheeks warming though she loved every second of it. The next half hour was taken up with yet more picture-taking, but Tiffany had a hard time taking her eyes off Garrett. As they filed into limos and headed to the reception hall, she sat close to him, another couple she didn’t know as well sitting opposite and deep in their own conversation.
    Leaning in close, Garrett whispered in her ear, “Was that bad enough for you?”
    “It was a start,” she said primly, smoothing the skirt of her dress, and feeling deliciously naughty about being bare underneath.
    “A start,” he repeated lightly, looking at her warmly. “I like the sound of that.”
    Everything about him turned her on. Still, she argued with herself.
    “So much for not being impulsive,” she mumbled to herself more than him.
    “What?”
    More time with Garrett sounded like everything she wanted, and while it was true that in the past, she’d jumped into relationships without laying down rules, or knowing what was coming, this she was going into with her eyes wide open, right?
    No, she had to stick to her guns.
    “I really like you, but—”
    “Don’t worry Tiffany,” he said easily. “I didn’t mean to imply I was looking for anything more than enjoying what’s left of our wedding fling,” he added, close to her ear, his tongue flicking the lobe and making her breath catch.
    “Oh. Then yes. Absolutely,” she said, breathlessly.
    She wanted as much of Garrett as she could get in the time they had left. But like Cinderella, when this party was over, so were they.
    * * *
    G ARRETT WOKE UP late, turning over in a tangle of flowered sheets that smelled like lavender and Tiffany.
    They had ended up back at her place this time. He punched down into a soft, luxuriously full pillow, coming awake slowly and thinking he had not had that much fun at a wedding, ever. Not even his own, he realized with a pang of guilt.
    His wedding to Lainey had been beautiful, elegant and quiet. There hadn’t been the raucous partying that had followed yesterday’s event. Normally Garrett might have found it not quite his speed, but with Tiffany sparkling at his side—and her panties in his pocket—he’d joined in and had a great time.
    They’d had an even better time back here, too.
    Rolling over, it didn’t take long to see that he was alone in the big, soft bed, and there was a note on her pillow. She’d said she didn’t have to work on Sundays, but apparently there was some kind of crisis and she was needed at the store she managed.

    Garrett—last night was wonderful. (Oh, and the coat room was pretty amazing, too.) I’d hoped we could have breakfast together, but there’s a problem at work. Help yourself to anything to eat, or there is a nice place on the corner. Thanks for…everything. J Tiff.

    He couldn’t help a tiny pang of disappointment. While they both agreed that this was a sex-only, weekend-only thing—a wedding hook-up, as she called it—he’d hoped to spend some time with her this morning. They might be temporary, but he liked Tiffany. He would have enjoyed taking her to breakfast, or talking over coffee, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. He’d slept so hard that he hadn’t heard her phone or heard her leave, also unusual. Normally, he was a very light sleeper.
    He smiled to himself. Tiffany had a way of wearing a guy out. He made his way to the shower, grimacing as remembered the only clothing he had to put back on was the tux,