Page 118 of The Wrong Groom

His hand curves around the side of my neck, his thumb resting just under my jaw, and my pulse jumps against his palm.

“I like knowing what you read does this to you,” he murmurs. “And as much as I love those little signs, the ones no one else would catch, you don’t have to hide anything from me, sunshine.”

Heat blooms inside me, because I know exactly where this is going. I move to set the book on the nightstand, but he reaches out to stop me.

“No, wait.” A slow smile pulls at his mouth. “Read it to me.”

I lift a brow at him. “Out loud?”

“Out loud.” He nods at the book. “Go on.”

Before I can say anything else, he slips out from under the covers and moves over me on his hands and knees, then settles between my legs and nudges them apart. He’s close enough that I can feel the heat coming off him, and it does nothing to cool the arousal building inside me.

“I’m waiting.” His voice is rough and almost amused, and the low sound sends goosebumps prickling over my skin. I clear my throat and lift the book.

“Thoughts I can’t keep up with tear through my mind as his eyes rake over my body, drinking in every detail. His hands slide up my bare thighs, his rough palms making me shudder as they graze against my flaming skin.” Gabriel’s hands find my thighs and climb as I read, following the words, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin. “And when he lowers his face, letting it hover between my legs, I feel myself catch fire.”

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sleep shorts and my panties, and I lift my hips so he can drag them down and off, letting them drop over the side of the bed. Then he sits back on his heels and pulls my top up over my head, baring the rest of me, his gaze moving down my body like he can’t get enough of the sight. He leans in and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, breathing me in.

“Keep going,” he says against my skin.

“His lips dance up the insides of my thighs, every kiss a shock to my system.” Gabriel kisses his way up just like the character in my book, but he doesn’t stop short or wait to hear what comes next in the story. Instead, he reaches the top of my thigh and licks a line up my pussy in one slow stroke, and the book sinks against my chest as the pleasure of it snaps my spine straight.

“You’re losing your place.” There’s a grin in his voice. He shoots me a smug smirk, then nuzzles his mouth against me and gets to work, his tongue licking away the arousal seeping from me before he seals his lips around my clit.

I keep reading for as long as I can, the words blurring on the page as my eyes keep trying to roll back into my head. I honestly barely even know what I’m saying anymore, but I don’t care.

Gabriel’s wicked tongue circles my clit, and then he slides a finger into me to the knuckle, curling it just right, and every other thought empties out of my head.

“Oh my god!”

The book drops onto the mattress beside me, whatever page I was on long gone as my hands twist into the sheets.

My knees draw up toward my chest on their own, and he takes the clear invitation, hooking his arms under my thighs and lifting them over his shoulders so he can bury his face even deeper in my pussy. There’s nothing careful or restrained about it—he devours me like he’s been thinking about this the whole time I read to Peyton, his tongue working my clit before stiffening to press deep inside me.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I gasp. My legs shake on his shoulders, and I’m already climbing fast, barreling toward a breath-stealing climax. However good the scenes in my books are, none of them come close to this.

“Come on my face,” Gabriel rasps, the words buzzing straight through me. “Soak me, sunshine.”

He scrapes his teeth over my clit, and I explode into pure sensation. My head drops back against the pillow, a hoarse, low cry spilling out of me as I arch and twist. He follows every movement, keeping his mouth locked on my pussy, and I work to keep my eyes open so I can watch him keep lapping at me, a look of pure hunger in his expression.

When he finally releases my legs and draws back, I realize I definitely gave him what he asked for. The entire lower half of his face is wet, his chin glistening with my arousal. There was a time I probably would’ve been embarrassed by that, but right now, I just feel possessive, slightly proud, and so turned on.

“You’re wet,” I point out, grinning.

“Thanks to you.” He chuckles, licking his lips before wiping at his chin. “God, that was fucking incredible. I love how hard you come for me.”

He sits up and moves back against the pillows, sitting next to me with his hard cock jutting up toward his stomach. Reaching over, he grips my waist and lifts me easily, guiding me up and over him until I’m straddling his lap.

“How was the chapter?” he asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I laugh. “I didn’t finish it, obviously. Something got in the way.”

“Well, that won’t do.” He reaches for the book where it landed and thumbs back to find our place, then props it open against his chest. “I’ll read you the rest while you ride me. Get yourself off again on my cock, sunshine.”

Holy shit. When he puts it that way…

My heart thrums as I brace my hands on his chest and lift onto my knees, and he reaches between us to line himself up, holding the base steady as I lower onto him. He slides in, and even though I’m controlling the pace, the familiar stretch of him still sends all the breath rushing from my lungs.