Page 205 of Nine Months to Love

“That’s the risk of doing business.” I slide my hands down to her waist, pulling her closer. “I want you.”

“Here? Now?”

“Yes.”

She glances back toward the party. “Everyone will notice we’re gone.”

“Ask me if I give a fuck.”

She bites her lip, considering. Then she nods. “Okay.”

I don’t waste time. I lift her onto a stone bench tucked into the corner of the garden. She gasps as I push her dress up, revealing her bare legs.

“No underwear?” I raise an eyebrow.

“I didn’t want lines.”

“That makes this part even easier.”

I kneel in front of her, my hands sliding up her thighs. She shivers under my touch.

“Stefan—”

“Shh.”

I kiss the inside of her knee. Then higher. And higher still.

She gasps when my mouth finds her center. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place as I work her folds with my tongue. I take my time, savoring every sound she makes, every tremor that runs through her body. I tease her clit with soft, slurping kisses, and when I finally slide two fingers inside of her and crook them upwards, she melts with the most insatiable whimper I’ve ever heard, her thighs clamping around my head as she moans up toward the stars.

I pull back and stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She’s flushed and panting, her eyes dark with need.

“Your turn,” she says.

I unbuckle my belt and free myself. She wraps her hand around me, stroking slowly. She leans down to suck me into her mouth and I could almost come then and there. She’s so sweet and warm, so fucking perfect in every way.

Thankfully, she has even less patience than I do. She lets my cock fall from her mouth and looks up at me. “Okay, I can’t wait anymore. I want you inside me,” she begs.

I don’t need to be told twice.

I lift her hips and position myself at her entrance. Then I push inside in one slow, deliberate thrust.

She moans, her head falling back. I set a steady rhythm, my hands gripping her waist as I move.

The stars blur overhead. The world narrows to just us. Just this. “I love you,” I say, my voice rough.

“I love you more.”

I kiss her as I drive deeper, harder, losing myself in the feel of her. She clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders. When she comes again, it’s with my name on her lips. I’m right on her heels. I empty myself inside of her and press her to me like, if we just try hard enough, we can fuse into one.

We stay like that for a moment, tangled together, breathing hard.

Then she laughs. “That’s a good wedding right there.”

I help her down from the bench and straighten her dress. She fixes my tie and brushes a leaf from my shoulder.

“How do I look?” she asks.

“Like you just got thoroughly fucked.”