I lifted my hips to slide them all the way down my legs. While I kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants free, she slipped her leggings off and climbed back onto my lap in just her bra and a pair of black lacy panties.
“Looks like I need to get you some holiday lingerie.”
“And I need to get you some boxer briefs.” She pressed kisses to my neck. Every touch of her lips made me harder and thicker until I couldn’t take another moment of her grinding against my cock.
“I don’t have anything for protection.” Though my older brothers had drilled into me the need to always be prepared, I’d never listened. Never thought I’d be desperate for a condom so I could deflower the carriage my best friend would ride in after his wedding.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean,” she mumbled.
“Clean here too. I’d never put you at risk, Holly.” I couldn’t keep from touching her, couldn’t keep from running my hands over her skin, from tangling my tongue with hers. My senses overloaded and still, I wanted more.
“Well then, what are we waiting for?” She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.
I wasn’t prepared for the way the sight of her bare breasts would affect me. She was perfect in every way, right down to the way her lips pursed in a half pout, half tease expression.
I’d never been with a woman without protection. Never put myself in a situation that if something unexpected happened, I’d have to deal with the consequences of my actions. With Holly, I was all in. The only way I could describe it was a matter of chemistry. When two people got together, they either had it or they didn’t. Even though we’d only met a few days ago, metaphorically speaking, she held my heart in her hands.
Physically speaking, she held my dick in her hand. I gasped in a breath as she fisted my cock. The only way to get relief from the pressure building inside was to slip the crotch of her panties to the side and help her ease onto me.
With her on top, she was in control of how deep she wanted to take me. She toyed with me, sliding almost all the way onto me, then pulling back just as far. Her hair fell around us in a dark brown curtain. Though the night had cooled, we’d worked up a sweat. I slid my tongue along her skin. The taste of salt and sweetness mingled together.
“Where did you come from, Zander?” Her arms rested on my shoulders, and she held my gaze captive.
“All that matters now is where we’re going.”
Her mouth crashed on mine again, and she rode my cock into oblivion. I thrust into her, giving her everything I had until her entire body went taut. That’s when I finally let myself go. She slumped against my chest, her hand tangled in my hair.
11
HOLLY
Icouldn’t keep the smile from my face as I joined Avalon and the bridesmaids to get ready for the wedding. When I saw Zander at the front of the church, my heart grew wings. He stood next to Dirk, looking absolutely edible in a black tux. I held his gaze during my entire trip down the aisle, pretending it was the two of us about to pledge our love for each other.
It was silly, but I vowed to enjoy the unfamiliar giddiness and infatuation as long as it lasted. After the pastor pronounced Dirk and Avalon husband and wife, I linked my arm through Zander’s and floated down the aisle.
“You look amazing, Holly.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “That dress is… damn, that dress should be illegal.”
My smile grew impossibly wider. I’d been a little worried the dark red dress Avalon had chosen for the wedding party might be too revealing on a body like mine. Now I was glad she’d picked a style that flattered my curves and showed off my cleavage. The smile on Zander’s face couldn’t help but make me think of the way he’d looked last night when he came. Heat flushed my cheeks. I shouldn’t be thinking about sex on my way out of a church. Somehow, being around him made me do all kinds of things I wasn’t used to.
“You look pretty amazing yourself,” I said.
We made it outside the church and stood to the side while the rest of the guests filtered out onto the sidewalk. The carriage we’d visited last night sat at the curb. A driver in a top hat and tails waited for the bride and groom while two big draft horses swished their tails and pranced in place.
Zander threaded his fingers with mine and squeezed. “Can I offer you a ride to the reception?”
I was supposed to be riding over in the limo my dad had arranged, but I’d rather go with him. “I’d love that.”
The drive to the reception hall didn’t take nearly long enough. We sat in the parking lot while guests made their way inside.
“I was thinking…” Zander started. “After this weekend, you’re in the city and I’m in upstate New York. There’s no reason we can’t see each other from time to time.”
My cheeks prickled. I’d been hoping what we shared wasn’t a one-time thing. “I’d like that.”
He reached up and tucked a flyaway wisp of hair behind my ear. “Good. I’m not sure how it happened, and I don’t want to freak you out, but I think you’re the one.”
Instead of wanting to jump out of the truck and flee, it felt like something clicked into place. “I’m not freaked out, Zander. It’s weird, but I feel the same way. I can’t explain it.”
“Then don’t.” His palm moved to the back of my neck, and he pulled me closer. “Let’s just enjoy it. I’ve been waiting a lifetime for you.”