Accidental Bride(11)

“You’re always pretty. You’re always sexy. I always wanted you.”

He couldn’t believe he was saying it. Very faint alarm bells were sounding off, but he silenced them by lifting his other hand so he could take her face in both of his hands.

“Are you going to kiss me?” she asked, her hand fisting in his jacket lapel.

“If you want me to.”

“I do want you to.” Her free arm lifted to wrap around his neck.

Her whole body was draped over his, and he was suddenly aware that he was fully aroused. No wonder he was so hot. No wonder he wasn’t thinking as clearly as he should be. A deep throbbing was centered in his groin and surging out to the rest of his body.

With a muffled groan, he tilted his head down to kiss her. She responded eagerly, a little clumsily, opening her lips and sliding her tongue against his.

The arousal deepened until he was afraid he was going to completely lose it, right here in the booth.

He forced himself to lean his head back, parting their lips. His mouth was so dry that he lifted his glass and swallowed down the last half of his champagne. He had no idea how many glasses he’d had tonight—not to mention the whiskey he’d had with the guys earlier.

He needed to stop drinking. Right now.

Kelly didn’t fight the end of the kiss. She just leaned her head on his shoulder. “I want to be with you forever, Peter,” she sighed.

His heart was about to explode right out of his body. He’d never experienced anything like it before. “Me too. I want that too.”

“Good.” She was smiling as she lifted a hand to stroke his face. He had a slight five o’clock shadow, and her palm scratched deliciously against it. “But what if, tomorrow morning, you change your mind about wanting to be with me.”

“I’m never going to change my mind. I’ve wanted you for a really long time, baby, and that’s never going to change.”

He couldn’t believe he was saying this. Something wasn’t quite right about it. But he couldn’t help himself, and he loved how her expression became awed as she heard the words. “Really?”

“Of course, Kelly.” He couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss her again, very gently. “What can I do to prove it to you? I’ll do anything you want.”

She straightened up and twisted her body so she could rub against him like a cat. She was smiling in a pleased way, as if she had a little secret.

He loved the expression. He loved all of her expressions. He wanted her to always be happy, always be everything she wanted.

She leaned forward until her mouth was less than an inch from his ear, and she whispered, “I’m going to tell you what I want.”

***

Less than two hours later, Peter and Kelly were stumbling into a hotel room together, unable to pull out of a hot embrace.

Peter had gotten them another room in the hotel. This one was very expensive, decorated in crisp white and red velvet, with a huge, lush bed in a prominent position.

Peter was hard again. It felt like he’d been hard for the last three hours, although he knew that couldn’t be true. But he was all fired up now—hot and fuzzy and thrilled and disoriented and desperately eager to claim Kelly at last.

They were clawing at each others’ clothes, and they stumbled toward the bed. Kelly was even more disoriented than he was, so he took off his suit jacket, belt, shoes, and socks before he grabbed her and pulled her into bed with him.

“Peter,” Kelly gasped, raising herself up on her knees. She was deeply flushed, her hair a tousled mess, and she still had that sweet, groggy look in her eyes. “Help me with my dress.”

He groaned as he found the zipper and pulled it down, watching as the fabric slid down her body.

She was long and slim and perfect, her breasts high and firm, her rosy nipples beautifully tight. She had on a little pair of underwear, so he slid those off too.

He groaned helplessly at the sight of her naked body. His whole body was throbbing in a dangerous way.

“Do you like it?” she asked, looking down at herself.

“Oh, God, yeah.” He pulled her back down so she was lying on her back, completely naked now, laid out for his gaze, for his touch.

“I want to see you naked too,” she murmured, fumbling clumsily at the buttons of his shirt.

He couldn’t wait for her to get it off. He pulled off his clothes in a hot rush and then pulled her into his arms.

“I like this,” she whispered, almost shyly, her hands sliding down to take his erection in his hands. “I like being with you like this.”

He moaned as she stroked him. “I do too.”

Her eyes seemed to be closing. She was licking her lips. Her hair was all over her face. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. And she was touching him. Caressing him. Exactly the way he’d always wanted.