Page 119 of Our Chaotic Love Affair

“It’s not a bad idea.”

“It’s the worst idea. Melody’s wedding is tomorrow. I’m the maid of honor. You’re the best man. We’re supposed to be responsible adults who haven’t seen each other naked.”

“Overrated. I’ve seen some of my brothers naked.”

“Uh, not the same.”

He kissed me. Cut off my spiral with his mouth, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees weak. The zipper gave way. My skirt slipped down.

His hand palmed between my legs. The groan that escaped my lips should have embarrassed me. It didn’t.

“Still think it’s a bad idea?” he murmured against my lips.

“The absolute worst.” I got his shirt unbuttoned and pushed it off his shoulders. “Keep going.”

He laughed and I nearly climaxed at the sound. I loved his laugh. It was so rare. When I heard it, I knew it was real. His hands went to my blouse and pulled it up and over my head.

Cash pulled back to look at me.

“What?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was reverent. Like he was stating a fact. Like he couldn’t believe he got to touch me. I didn’t hear that a lot in my life. But when he said it, I felt it in my very being.

He kissed me again, walking me backward toward the bed. And then he was stretched out over me.

“I missed you,” he said. “Every day. Every single day.”

“Show me.”

His mouth moved down my neck, my collarbone, the curve of my breast. His hands followed, mapping territory he’d claimed in Rome and then walked away from. I arched into his touch, greedy for it, for him, for everything I’d been denying myself.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I managed.

“So are you.”

“Then do something about it.”

He hooked his fingers in my underwear and pulled. Rough. Abrupt. The fabric tore slightly and I gasped.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all.

“Don’t be.” I reached for his belt. “Fair’s fair.”

I got his pants undone and he helped me push them off, kicking them away along with his boxers. And then we were both naked, skin on skin.

He was breathing hard, his forehead resting against mine. “I want every inch of you.”

I kind of thought he already had that. His hand slid between my thighs, finding me already wet and ready for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

He lowered himself down my body, pressing kisses along my stomach, my hips. I knew where he was heading and my whole body tensed with anticipation. When his mouth finally reached between my thighs, I gasped, my back arching off the bed.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice down. The last thing we needed was someone hearing us.

Cash looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, before returning his attention to where I needed him most. His tongue was relentless, circling and teasing until I was clutching at the sheets, trying desperately not to cry out.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, guiding him, urging him on. He moaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him as he devoured me like a man starved.