My thighs squeeze together, and I almost moan. “I don’t need it.”
“But you want it, don’t you naughty girl?” He licks my neck. “But maybe you’d rather Holden’s hand sneak up your dress while I just rub your knee or tease that tempting neckline.”
“I’d never do that to Bella.” But fuck I wish I would.
“She’ll be too busy drinking and dealing with her parents. She won’t notice. We’ll get the table furthest away, in the dark.” His voice makes me hot all over.
“If we don’t go now, I’m going to get naked and wait for the other three to get here to let you touch me.”
“How?” He doesn’t like being teased. Not at all.
“I’ll lock myself in the bathroom.” I threaten.
He tips my chin up and kisses me slowly, softly, but with a hunger that leaves me burning for more. They’re going to have me half insane by tonight.
Roman takes my hand, and we leave the room. He wraps his arms around me and presses his lips to my ear as we wait for the guys. “I can’t wait to see you naked tonight.”
“Maybe.”
“Watching you come over and over. Then take even more until you’re ready to pass out from pleasure alone. And you want it, don’t you? All four of us, over and over until you just can’t take anymore.”
I shiver.
Hands tug on my waist, and I lean back to see Holden. Roman nods and Holden kisses me hungrily. He squeezes my ass and groans as our tongues tangle and tease each other. God, he tastes good. Feels good. Holden’s other hand slides up my side and slips under the top of my dress, teasing my nipple.
I whimper and draw back, sucking my lip as Holden pinches my nipple one more time. “Ready?”
“For something.” We haven’t even left our floor, and I’m wet.
Nick walks up, adjusting his sleeves, looks at me, then arches an eyebrow. Roman nods again, his eyes on the elevator, and I pull Nick to me, devouring his mouth grinding against him.
He groans and holds the back of my head in his hand. His other hand tangles in my dress, keeping me tight against him as we make out in the hallway like overeager teens after prom. He gently pushes me away as he starts to get hard.
“Limits.” He pants. “We need them, or you’re not going to make it the night.”
“Oh, are we getting tossed out of a wedding now?” Gunner picks me up, holds me against the wall, and wraps his hand around my throat. “I like the sound of that.”
He kisses my jaw and then bites my ear hard. I whimper and wiggle against him. Gunner chuckles. “Or we can get kicked out of the whole hotel.”
I wrap my arms around him, and he grabs one of my thighs, lifting it over his hip as he moves to my mouth, thrusting his tongue in and licking deep. They’re going to destroy me by not giving me anything more than this all night.
I suck Gunner’s tongue, then nip him. In retaliation, he bites my bottom lip hard, sending pricks of pain across my body and soaking my panties in one move. His hand tightens around my throat as he kisses me again, tongue licking against mine as he rubs his hard-on against me.
“Elevator,” Roman announces.
Gunner lets me go, winks, and adjusts my dress. He whispers in my ear quickly. “Excited to have wet underwear all night?”
“Until I take them off and stuff them in your pocket.” I tease him back.
Roman offers me his hand, and I take it just before some people dressed for the wedding appear in the parted doors of the elevator. Time to pretend I’m a one-man kind of woman … after tasting all of them.