The Wedding Pact (The O'Malleys #2)(62)

James peered through a door and then kept it open with his foot. “Not until I get what I came for.”

Of course he’d come here for a specific reason. She should have known. Carrigan sighed. “Okay, fine. Hurry up and get what you came for and then you can get out of here.” She frowned when he laughed. “What’s so funny?”

“Lovely, I came here for you.” He grabbed her wrist and hauled her against his chest, simultaneously taking a step back that brought them into the room he’d just been looking in. She got the vague impression of a storage closet, and then he shoved the door shut and his mouth was on hers. Shock had her opening for him, shock and the fact that she was hot and wanting just by his touching her.

Torn between shoving him off and yelling at him some more, and kissing him until she forgot all the reasons this was a bad idea, it was no contest. She slid her hands down his chest to hook his belt. “I need you.”

“You’ve read my mind.” He pulled at her dress, bunching it up. The further it rose, the greater the barrier between them. “How much fucking fabric does one dress need?”

Too much. She pulled away and turned around. “Unzip me.”

He wasted no time in obeying, dragging the zipper down and shoving the offending dress off her shoulders to puddle on the floor. Then he was there, pressed against her bare back, his hand slipping around and into her panties. “You’re wet for me.”

“Always.”

“I think you have a thing for storage closets.” He kissed the back of her neck, left bare by her complicated updo. “I like it.” And then her panties were gone, joining her dress on the floor. He kicked her legs wider, taking advantage of the position to push two fingers into her. She rolled her hips, moaning, and he growled against her skin. “Quiet, lovely. This isn’t some loud-as-fuck dance club. This is your brother’s wedding.” He fucked her slowly with his fingers. “Someone’s going to come looking for you before too long, so you need to be good and quiet so they don’t walk in and see you taking my cock like you can’t live without it.”

She couldn’t catch her breath. “Oh God.”

He slowed even further, dragging his fingers out of her. “Do you want me to stop?” He circled her clit. “You can put that ridiculous dress back on and walk back to the reception and pretend you weren’t about to come all over my hand.” His breath brushed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. “Or I can go down on my knees and lick that pretty pussy of yours until you have to cover your mouth to keep from screaming.” He kept going, his words the only thing that penetrated the rushing in her ears. “And then, while you’re still recovering, I’ll bend you over and fuck you until you’re coming again, this time around my cock.”

His hand started to slide up her stomach and she grabbed his wrist. “Don’t you dare stop.” She guided him back between her legs, whimpering when he pushed into her again. “James.”

“Fuck, lovely, when you say my name like that, you damn well know I’m not going to stop until I’ve done everything I promised and more.”





Chapter Seventeen


James tried to keep an ear on the hallway outside them, but with Carrigan in his arms making that delicious whimpering sound, he lost it. Everything went out the damn window except for his need to bury himself inside her until they both lost control. He kept working her with one hand and used the other to get his pants off. “On second thought, I’m just going to fuck you right now. Every minute I spend without being buried inside you is one minute too many.” He grabbed a condom out of his pocket and was forced to stop touching her long enough to roll it on.

Too long.

He ran one hand up her spine, bending her forward, and used his other to notch his cock in her entrance. She was wet and ready for him, so he wasted no time sliding home. James went stock-still, the sheer bliss of being inside her never failing to take his breath away. “The things you do to me.” He moved, gripping her chin and maneuvering her so that her back was flush against his chest. His shirt was one barrier too many between them, but he wasn’t going to waste the energy to get it off. Instead, he kissed her. “You’re mine, lovely. Mine alone.” Crazy words. Words he had no right to.

She made a sound of protest, but he wasn’t about to let her start thinking right now. James slid his hand down to cup her breast, pinching her nipple even as he slipped his free hand between her legs again, stroking her clit. “Brace your hands on the wall.”