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Kat

M y brother had just married the woman of his dreams in the most romantic setting I’d ever seen.

The ceremony took place on the porch of the Grand Hotel, overlooking the beautifully maintained grounds and the shimmering lake beyond.

The women had worked their magic with the lilacs, transforming them into vibrant bouquets and boutonnieres that injected a perfect burst of color.

Taking place just before sunset, the setting was sensational. And as they exchanged rings―which Mr. Chambers had found and returned to us―the sky erupted into a show of color to rival the flowers.

The reception was also out on the porch and as the sun slipped below the horizon; the air turned chilly.

When a tux jacket settled on my shoulders, I smiled.

I could feel the lingering heat from his body radiating through the fabric, a comforting warmth that I loved.

From my chair, I looked up at the handsome man standing behind me. He bent and kissed my forehead.

“Happy?” he asked as he took a seat beside me.

“Immeasurably.”

The bouquet in my hands was a symphony of colors and scents, and I inhaled deeply, unable to ignore the intoxicating aroma.

“I’ll have to remember to add that shade of lilacs to your next birthday bouquet,” Owen remarked casually, his gaze lingering on the delicate purple petals.

My gaze snapped up to his. “You?”

He nodded. “Me.”

All this time I’d thought the flowers that had been delivered to my door on my birthday every year had come from my brother. I never imagined it had been Owen’s doing. “Why did you ever say anything?”

“I thought I did with the delivery.”

“But you never signed them,” I argued.

He shrugged. “Well, now you know.”

Yes. Now I knew. Everything. Every secret was out in the open now.

And I couldn’t be happier. Rising to my feet, I walked over to him and settled into his lap.

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and mine went around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

I leaned in and kissed his cheek, the light scruff on his face a pleasant texture against my lips.

“Thank you for always remembering me,” I said, my voice a whisper against the backdrop of unspoken feelings, for what I really meant was “thank you for always loving me.”

“I could never forget you. Remember? You are my sunrise and my sunset.”

A wave of goosebumps rippled across her skin, a physical manifestation of the wonderful feeling his words evoked. “The things you say and what they do to me,” I whispered against his lips before I kissed him.

The growl, deep and rumbling, vibrated against my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me as our lips locked.

The laughter and chatter of the crowd on the porch faded into the background, swallowed by the intensity of his kiss.

As his arousal intensified beneath me, I could feel my own excitement growing stronger.

There was a pulsing heat and a sudden rush of moisture that surged between my legs.

If we didn’t get out of here soon, I was going to combust.

The sound of a booming laugh jolted us apart, breaking our passion filled moment. Our eyes locked in surprise for a moment before we both couldn't help but burst into laughter. He leaned in closer, his voice husky, and whispered, “Why is it so easy to lose control around you?”

“I wonder the same thing.”

He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “Want to get out of here?”

“Absolutely.” He sprang to his feet so quickly, his chair teetered and almost tumbled to the floor. I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. He helped me from my chair, then grasped my hand as we walked into the hotel.

The elevator ride seemed to last forever, but finally, we were inside my room, the door closing behind us with a soft thud. I slipped his jacket from my shoulders and placed it over the desk chair. Turning to him, I slid my hands up his chest and around his neck, pressing my body against his.

As soon as his lips met mine, all thoughts of being nervous disintegrated. Instead, a hot streak of yearning shot straight between my thighs. As I was beginning to learn, the kiss went from simple to fiery in a flash and I moaned into his mouth.

His hands were everywhere, igniting a burning sensation everyplace they passed.

When they reached my ass, he lifted, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. I kicked my shoes off as he laid me on the bed.

He hovered over me, his hands slipping up my legs under my dress.

I loved the sky-blue gossamer gown, but right now I wouldn’t mind if he ripped it off of me.

He kissed me again, but soon his lips were scorching a trail down my neck to my shoulder, where he pulled the small strap of my dress aside. The swells of my breasts slipped out of the material, and his mouth took advantage. My skin relished his touch, but he wasn’t going where I needed him to.

“Owen,” I begged. He stood and quickly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I got to my knees and grasped the zipper at my side. Pulling it down, I shrugged and let the straps fall from my shoulders. The dress fluttered and dropped to bunch at my waist, exposing my bare breasts.

His eyes flared with a heat that made me feel sexy as he tore his shirt from his body. And what a body it was. I’d seen him shirtless countless times, but never in a setting like this. I wanted my mouth and hands all over him.

With a gentle push, he eased me down and proceeded to remove the dress completely by sliding it down my legs.

It floated to the floor, ignored as he once again hovered over me.

A soft, hushed silence, broken only by the sound of our breathing, filled the room.

The delicate aroma of lilacs delicately infused the air, mingling with the heavy, musky scent of desire, creating a unique and provocative olfactory experience.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body as his hands traced the contours of my skin, sending shivers of anticipation through me, and a sense of heightened awareness.

“Most beautiful woman in the world, my Kit,” he murmured before kissing me again. His tongue sought entrance, then dueled with mine. I couldn’t get enough. I was desperate for more. Desperate for more of his taste. Desperate for more of his touch.

My breasts brushed against his hard chest, and the friction on my nipples set me on fire. The moment his mouth closed around one tight bud, my panties were toast, a flood of wetness filling them.

Then his fingers were there, pulling aside the material and sliding easily through my folds. “This for me, Kit baby?”

I couldn’t speak as his fingers plunged into my depths, only moan my affirmation.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, trying to find more leverage as he worked wonders inside her.

With each inward stroke of his fingers, the glowing pleasure constricted, becoming hotter and more urgent, a need that pulsed and throbbed beneath his touch.

Each slow pull as he left me was a sweet ache, a delicious agony that made my toes dance and my hips roll, begging him to come back.

The air was thick with anticipation, filled with a heady mixture of desire and arousal.

Soft sighs escaped my lips and mingled with the sound of our quickened breaths.

The delicate touch of his thumb against my clit sent shivers down my spine, igniting an electrifying sensation that pulsed through my body.

The need was so fierce, I felt myself careening toward an orgasm.

In those minutes, time seemed to stand still as the pleasure built, pushing me closer to the edge.

With his thumb brushing my clit, he had me on the edge in minutes. I erupted with his name on my lips.

Before I came down, he had removed the rest of his clothes and my panties, donned a condom and was inside me with one hard thrust. His groan of pleasure echoed through the room, a sound that filled me with satisfaction and pride.

The jolt of his cock buried deep in me was glorious.

My senses vibrated with a feeling of profound completeness, a chorus of peace and satisfaction that resonated through me like a harmonious symphony.

The fullness inside me ignited sparked, sending shimmers of light dancing across the black canvas of my closed eyes.

Nothing had ever felt so right. Or so good.

My back arched and my hips lifted toward his, ravenous and frantic for each wave that washed over me. The heat in my core, a burning inferno, consumed me, spreading like wildfire through my nerves, my cells, every single molecule of my body, leaving me consumed by its fury.

“My Kit,” he whispered. “My love.”

My body, once again, fractured at his words, but as the pieces scattered, my heart seemed to balloon, overwhelmed with emotion.

Every muscle in my body, from my toes to my fingertips, contracted, forming a solid knot, and then, in an instant, erupted into a cascade of electric, pulsing sensations that coursed through my veins.

Waves of jolting energy coursed through me, leaving my muscles twitching and my skin prickling with a thousand tiny shocks.

His thrusts grew more intense as he chased his own release. With every ragged breath, we cried out, our frantic gasps and my own desperate screams reverberating through the empty space around us. Owen’s grunts were fierce expulsions of air as he pounded into me, his body a relentless force.

I pulled him down for a scorching kiss as he gave one last thrust and held himself there.

The force of his release was so powerful that I could feel it surging through me.

My name felt like a raw, desperate plea, etched into my very flesh as he came.

For a moment, we stayed there, locked together.

His cock still pulsed inside me, and ripples of aftershocks contracted my muscles.

He collapsed on top of me, conscious not to crush me under his weight before rolling to my side and pulling me against him.

“I love you, Kit.”

“I love you, too,” I confessed.

The weekend had started with a rocky beginning, but as we held each other close, I couldn’t help but think about how perfectly it had ended.