Wedding Party Collection: Once A Bridesmaid.... Avril Tremayne

her eyebrows, down her cheeks to her mouth, her jaw, neck, collarbones. When he got to her breasts he paused at her nipples to circle and pinch. Her knees almost buckled. But inexorably his hands moved again, fingers sliding across the long, straight scar that ran over her ribs, down to her hips, across her belly, then to the juncture of her thighs.

      He stopped there. Looked intently at her bare mound, licked his lips. ‘Very, very pretty,’ he said.

      Both hands slid between her legs, fingers playing there while her breathing quickened.

      ‘I think we’ve found a place for my tongue,’ he said, suddenly finding that one excruciatingly sensitive nub, focusing there.

      ‘Are you going to take off your clothes?’ Sunshine asked breathily as his fingers continued to tease her.

      ‘Yes. But first...’

      His fingers shifted, exploring her, dipping and sliding and slipping, but always returning to that one tiny place. Sunshine gasped again. Her legs were trembling as he continued to work her, pinching, stroking, rolling, lunging into her.

      ‘Ah, Leo— God!’ Sunshine cried out, and came suddenly, with a long groan.

      Her head dropped back as his fingers continued to caress her, soothing now, and then one hand cupped her possessively, stilled.

      Easing away from her, he started removing his clothes with short, efficient movements. The leather jacket was shrugged off and dropped to the floor. Sweater and then T-shirt were ripped over his head. Boots were yanked off. Jeans shoved down, kicked aside.

      Good Lord. He was...divine. Not a steroid-pumped muscle in his whole body. Just perfectly defined, hard, lean lines of strength. Broad shoulders. Beautifully crafted biceps. Smooth, hairless, sculpted torso with that wonderful V leading to his groin. Narrow hips. Long legs. And the jut of him, big and hard, rising from that gorgeous dark blond nest, was mouth-watering. She wanted her mouth there. And her hands. And the inside of her.

      ‘Come here,’ he said. ‘I want to feel you all over me.’

      Sunshine thought she might swoon, just hearing the words—except that she was desperate to take him up on that offer. She wanted to be all over him.

      She walked into his open arms and they closed around her. The top of her head didn’t even reach his chin, and the feeling of being cocooned, surrounded by him, was glorious.

      ‘You feel good there.’

      ‘I feel very good,’ she said throatily, and he laughed. ‘And so do you,’ she added as his erection nudged her belly. ‘We can get that part of you a little closer, I think.’

      ‘No rush tonight,’ he said. ‘If we only have three assignations left I’m going to make them count. So...now I’d like to see you spread out on that Taj Mahal bed.’

      He edged her backwards, reaching out to push the hangings aside, following her down onto the bed, kissing her as he lay on top of her.

      For one fraught moment he slid between her thighs, held still, teasing both of them with the promise of the length of him as it pulsed there against her wet opening. He buried his face against her neck and sucked in a breath, another, one more.

      ‘God, it’s hard to wait,’ he groaned against her hair.

      ‘Then don’t,’ Sunshine said, shifting to try and get him to slip inside.

      He withdrew. ‘I want to play with you for a while first. And this time we won’t forget the condom.’

      With great concentration he arranged Sunshine on the bed against the cushions, raising her arms above her head so that her breasts were tightened and jutting, the chain she always wore caught between them.

      He kissed her eyelids closed and then put his mouth at the corner of hers, his tongue flicking out to taste. She gasped, and his tongue slid smoothly inside her mouth, swirled once, then retreated to lick at the corner again. He kissed down her chin, her throat, then...nothing.

      She opened her eyes to find him sitting back on his heels, looking at her. ‘What’s wrong?’ she asked.

      ‘Nothing,’ he said. ‘I just like looking at you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen skin as pale as yours. And these...’ His hands reached out, hovered over her breasts. ‘I’m almost scared to touch in case I come in three seconds.’

      ‘I want you to come.’

      ‘No—don’t move your arms,’ Leo ordered, and his hands settled on her breasts, squeezed gently, massaged. ‘God. God, God, God...’ he said, and it really did sound like a prayer.

      He lowered his head and closed his lips over one nipple, sucked it sharply so that she moaned.

      He stopped instantly. ‘Sorry—but you’re driving me crazy. Did I hurt you?’

      ‘No,’ she said, her legs moving restlessly. ‘I just want you so much. So much,’ she wailed as his mouth sucked hard again.

      He commenced a steady rhythm, tugging, tonguing, pulling back to lick.

      When he shifted to the other breast she couldn’t help herself—her arms came down to circle him, to pull him closer, closer.

      ‘Come inside me,’ she whispered. ‘Please, Leo.’

      He shook his head and started moving lower. He stopped again as his mouth touched the scar. He pulled back to see it, then touched it gently with his fingers, running them over the length of it, then across the dissecting scar that ran perpendicular to it, across her ribs towards her back.

      Sunshine held her breath, waiting for...what? She didn’t know. Didn’t want to believe that it mattered, what he thought of her imperfections. All that mattered—all that could matter—was the promise of the orgasm flickering low in her belly.

      And yet she didn’t release her breath until he moved again, kissing his way to her mound. He stopped again. Shuddered out a breath against her. Then he was kissing her there, over and over again.

      ‘Beautiful. Delicious,’ he murmured in between licking kisses, his tongue dipping just low enough to make her squirm. ‘Open wider for me.’

      She shifted her legs, hips rising off the bed, soundlessly urging him to shift, to slide that clever mouth right between her spread legs. When, finally, he did, using the very tip of his tongue to separate the lips of her sex, breathing deeply as he slid the flat of his tongue along the seam, she screamed his name and climaxed almost violently.

      He kept his mouth there, his tongue on that fizzing knot of nerves, until the waves receded.

      And then, with a groan, he slid back up her body and thrust inside her. ‘Ah, thank you, God,’ he groaned, and any semblance of control snapped.

      He pounded into her, teeth gritted, gripping her hips as though his life depended on leveraging himself off them so he could go harder, deeper.

      Sunshine could feel his orgasm building and tightened her inner muscles, holding, wanting... ‘Come, come,’ she said, and then the explosion ripped through him.

      Long moments later he rolled onto his back, bringing Sunshine with him so that she was lying on top, her thighs falling either side of him. ‘Forgot the condom again,’ he said.

      Sunshine frowned. ‘I’ve never forgotten before.’

      ‘Do we need to talk about it?’

      ‘Only if you have a disease.’

      ‘Then we don’t need to talk.’ He secured her more tightly against his chest. One hand was in her hair, smoothing through the strands.

      Silence. Minutes dragged on.

      Then, ‘The Heimlich thing... Why?’ he asked.

      She shrugged, self-conscious. ‘I saw a story on the internet about a woman who choked to death. If someone had known what to do she wouldn’t have died. So I...I learned.