Luke
We barely made it to the hotel room.
Somehow I managed to get the key in the door and get us both inside with Willow’s legs wrapped around my waist and her hands ripping off my tie and unbuttoning my shirt while she nipped and kissed my neck.
Leaning her weight onto the nearest piece of furniture, which happened to be a desk, I struggled with the bodice of her dress. It was so tight, I couldn’t get her breasts out of it.
“Careful,” she gasped. “There are a hundred small buttons down the back of my dress. If you rip it, I’ll never get back into it.”
I pulled back a little, breathing hard as I met her gaze. “Then how?”
“It’ll take too long to try and get this dress off. We’ll have to work around it.” She yanked my shirt open and the hunger in her eyes as her gaze raked over my torso made me need her even more.
“Working around the dress isn’t an option,” I growled. “Turn around and show me the back.”
She twisted, and I groaned. She hadn’t exaggerated the number of tiny buttons holding the fabric snug against her body.
“Was this dress made in the Middle Ages by sadistic, sex-hating nuns? It’s a chastity belt for your breasts.” As gorgeous as she looked in the dress, it was now the most hated thing I’d ever encountered. “I should tear it off. It’s a symbol of control and enslavement. As a committed feminist, I demand your breasts have the right to freedom.”
“Here.” She hiked her full skirt further up to reveal a pair of lacy white panties. “Forget my breasts. Tear these off instead.”
“Forget your breasts?” I tried for outrage, but my mouth was back on hers and my hands were already spreading her thighs. Stepping between her legs, I yanked at her panties and heard a very satisfying rip as the delicate fabric came apart.
She pushed my jacket and shirt down my arms, and I shook them off and let them drop to the floor. Then I slid my hands back up her thighs, pushing her dress higher so I could stroke her warm, slick center.
“Silky,” I murmured, gliding my fingers gently over her. “Hairless?” I pulled back to check.
She nodded. “These days, I always get it all taken off. No more Willow Bush.” She attempted a weak smile, but for the first time, she almost sounded shy. As though uttering those words aloud had made her vulnerable.
My chest tightened. “Willow Rose Buchanan,” I said sternly. “Green, brown, bald, or hairy, every single part of you is beautiful.”
She slipped her fingers into the waistband of my pants and pulled me forward. “Show me.”
I felt my pants come undone, and she pushed them down with my boxer briefs while I was kissing her. Her fingers dug into my bare ass, leaving no doubt what she wanted.
“I have a condom.” I reached down to pull it out of my pocket before kicking my pants off.
“I brought a box of condoms.”
“So we have three more? We’ll need them.”
Her grin was wicked. “A box of ten.”
I laughed. “Good thing we have this room for the whole night.”
“We’d better not waste any time.” Hooking her feet around my thighs, she drew me into her, barely giving me time to roll on the sheath.
I’d planned to go slow and savor every inch of her.
That plan was overruled.
Her hands were eager, her eyes hazy with wanting. She kissed me like she was on fire for me and squirmed like she couldn’t wait another instant.
I bit back a groan. My need for her was beyond control. Lifting her thigh, I gave into that urgency. My mouth found hers again, but we were both breathing so hard, our lips barely brushed. She felt too good to concentrate on any other sensation but being buried deep inside her.
She threw her head back, her eyes half-lidded, and leaned both hands on the desk behind her. I ran my hands under her thighs, pulling them up, angling her so I could drive in even deeper. Then I stroked her while she gasped and moaned. Her hands came to my shoulders and her fingernails dug in.
Instead of taking it slow, we were urgent and furious. With panting cries she urged me to go faster, harder. I pulled her hips closer and lifted her knees higher. Taking her—claiming her—with a fierce urgency that consumed me.
Her cries grew faster and her thighs clenched around me. She orgasmed like she did everything: fast, hard, reckless and uninhibited. Her lips parted, and she looked so deeply into my eyes it felt like we were falling into each other. Her irises had lightened, becoming luminous.
She was so stunning, she stopped my heart.
My own release seemed to start in my toes and travel all the way up my body. I gathered her to me, groaning against her hair, kissing her neck and along her jaw.
She caught my mouth with hers, and our kiss was like oxygen as the last waves of sensation shuddered through us both.
We stayed where we were for a long time, holding each other, smiling at each other and brushing soft kisses over each other’s lips and skin.
I never wanted to move.
But she was sitting on a hard desk. We hadn’t even made it as far as the bed, which was just a few feet further inside the room. And I hadn’t made love to her yet, not in the thorough way I’d intended.
“We should get back to the wedding.” She sounded as reluctant as I felt.
I’d give just about anything to rip her dress right off, lie her on the bed, and kiss her all over. Instead, I stepped back and helped her off the desk like the gentleman my body didn’t want me to be. Then I went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and get cleaned up.
When I came back out, she was holding the torn scrap of fabric that used to be her panties. “Can’t wear these.” She tossed them into the small trashcan under the desk. “I’ll have to go commando for the rest of the night.”
Pulling on my clothes, I let out a groan. “God, woman, you’re going to kill me.” I was one kiss away from locking the door and keeping her all for myself.
“There’ll be some speeches, including mine.” She wrinkled her nose. “Then dinner. Cake and dancing after that, but by then everyone will be too drunk to notice if we disappear.”
“You think we can come back here right after dinner?” Knowing we’d only have a single night together made every second we had to spend apart into torture.
“Let’s eat fast and sneak away.” She smoothed her dress and hair. “How do I look?”
Some hair had come loose from her elaborate braid, her cheeks were flushed, and her skirt was crumpled. And I knew I was the luckiest guy in the whole damn world.
“You look stunning,” I said with feeling.
She flushed, but her lips curved up in a smile that made me instantly decide to tell her how beautiful she was at every possible opportunity.
“I’ll use the restroom, then we’d better go downstairs.” She stepped past me. “I have to give the first speech. If we’re late, Holly will kill me.”
When Willow was ready, we took the elevator down to the ballroom on the first floor, where the wedding reception was being held. The guests weren’t seated yet, but were standing around drinking.
The noise level of people laughing and talking was getting noticeably louder the more alcohol was consumed. If dinner didn’t start soon, some of the guests would be more than a little worse for wear.
Spotting Mason in the far corner, I led Willow over to say hi.
“Hey,” said Mason, giving us both a smile. “Having a good time?”
I nodded. “A wonderful time. Excellent. Outstanding.” I tried to look innocent, but couldn’t resist shooting Willow a conspiratorial grin.
“You could even call it breathtaking.” She grinned back at me, nodding enthusiastically. “Best wedding I’ve ever been to, by far.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Mason narrowed his eyes at us, and I cleared my throat to hide a chuckle.
“Glass of champagne?” I asked Willow.
“Please.”
“Mason?”
He shook his head, still aiming a suspicious look at me.
I gave Willow one last smile, drinking in the flush of her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes, then went to get her a drink.
I was one lucky guy, all right. At least I was for tonight.
As long as I didn’t think about tomorrow.