by Kim Loraine
Chapter 3
Clover
Sawyer sets me on my feet when the elevator opens, but only because I tell him to. I need a minute to catch my breath before we head into his room. He’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Are you sure this is smart?” he asks. Someone needs to say it, and I’m glad he cares enough to be worried. But I don’t care if this is a good decision. I don’t think I could turn back now if I wanted to.
“I don’t know, but what I do know is, I don’t think I could move on without knowing what it feels like to be with you.”
“Fuck, sweetness. You’re killing me.”
Good God. My thighs clench and everything below my waist tightens. I think I had a mini-orgasm just then. “I need you to know, I don’t do this. I’ve never had a one-night-stand in my life.”
“That much is obvious. Technically, this is going to be a two-night-stand. I promise I won’t hurt you, Clover. All I want is to make you feel cherished for the next two days. Will you let me do that?”
Oh, yes. If I’m going to have a two-night-stand with someone, Sawyer is the right choice. “Yes. For the next forty-eight hours, I’m yours.”
He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a plastic key card. “Thank fuck.”
His lips are on mine, the force of his kiss pushing me up against the door as he tries to open it. We fall back into the room, but he’s got me held close with one arm. I’ve never been with a man who was so strong. I’m not a tiny woman. I’ve got shapely hips and thighs and big boobs. Curves for days, Kelsey says. And tonight is the first time in a long time I haven’t felt self-conscious about them.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands roaming my body as he kicks the door shut and walks us back to the bed.
My fingers work the tie at his throat, loosening the navy blue silk and pulling it free of his collar. I want to feel his skin, the taut muscles of his chest, run my nails over the ridges of his abs and make him shiver. Most of all, I want to see if he’s got that sexy as sin V at his hips. It’s my kryptonite. The buttons of his shirt are harder to undo than they should be because I’m drunk enough my fine motor skills aren’t sharp. I let out a little whine in frustration and he rests his hands on mine.
“Stop,” he says. “You take off that dress, while I watch.”
The heat in his gaze has my nipples hard enough to cut glass. “Yes, sir.”
A groan so low it’s almost a growl comes from him. Oh, he likes that. He wants to be dominant. I slide down the side zipper of my dress and slip the strapless bodice down until it’s bunched at my hips. When his gaze locks on my lacy strapless bra, I have to catch my breath. His eyes are intent on my body and there’s no trace of disappointment there about the extra curves rather than toned abs. “Fuck, sweetness. I’m going to taste every inch of you.”
I’m ready. He can have me. His shirt is on the floor and those large hands are skimming my shoulders, down my chest, and until they grip the dress and shove it down to my ankles. I’m so glad I wore matching panties.
“Take off my pants,” he orders. A thrill runs through me at his tone. Yes. I’ll do whatever this man wants this weekend.
I drop to my knees, still in my heels and lingerie. Hands on his belt buckle, I slide the leather free and open his pants. He’s already thick and hard behind his boxer briefs. The man is big. Hopefully not too big. “What do you want?” I ask. I may be a virgin, but I’ve had boyfriends. I know how to do pretty much everything other than sex.
“Take me in your mouth.” His muscles are tense as I push his pants down and, yes, he’s got the Adonis belt of muscle. Jackpot. I free his length and run my hand over him once. His hips jerk and he sucks in a sharp breath. There’s a bead of moisture at the tip, ready for me to taste. Before I suck him, I lean forward and press a kiss to his hipbone trailing my tongue across his V. He thrusts his fingers into my hair and grips the thick tresses. “God, Clover. Don’t tease.”
My cheek brushes his erection as I pull back and then I dart my tongue out to taste the salty pre-come at his tip. He groans and tightens his hold on my hair. When I finally begin to suck him, I can tell he’s fighting the urge to piston his hips in search of release. He wants this to last just like I do. I move along his length, back and forth until his moans are more like pleas.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He pulls back, and I don’t stop him. I want him inside me—now.
He takes my shoulders in his hands and helps me to my feet. Then his lips are on mine in a fierce kiss filled with frantic desire. His fingers dance along my back until they reach my bra and he makes quick work of the clasps. My breasts fall free, aching for his touch. “Sawyer. I want you so bad.”
A grin spreads across his face. “Leave the shoes on, but lie back on the bed. I need to get you ready for me.”
I shimmy out of my panties and sit on the mattress, staring him down while I lower myself until I’m in position for him.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. Then he falls to his knees and fits his large shoulders between my legs. “Let’s see if you’re as sweet as you look.”
I have a brief moment of anxiety until he spreads me open and his tongue finds my clit. Then it’s all sensation. “Oh, my God.” I can’t contain my cry. It’s too good and it’s been so long since anyone has done this to me. In fact, I’ve never experienced something so perfect. Then his finger slides inside me as he sucks the bundle of nerves and I’m already balancing on the edge of my climax. “I’m going to…” I trail off because I can’t form words as the orgasm rushes over me. But he doesn’t stop. The man continues to work me, bringing me to screaming pleasure two more times. When he finally lets up, his cock is so hard I swear I can see it pulsing with need.
“Now you’re ready,” he says, gripping my ass and pushing me farther back on the bed. “Are you on the pill? I’ve got condoms, but I want to feel you.”
The thought of anything between us seems like the worst thing in the world. “I’m on birth control.”
He nods and says, “I’m safe. I promise.”
He’s on his knees, between my legs, his cock right there, not quite touching my center. I wrap my legs around him and buck my hips. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“Good girl,” he growls. “Hold on tight.” Then he surges forward, his thick erection pushing deep inside me, breaking through my virginity with a sharp pinch of pain. He holds himself still until I start shifting my hips and he groans, his body trembling. “I have to move. I can’t hold back any longer.”
I nod and crush my lips to his as he starts to thrust and stars flash in my vision. This is so much better than romance novels make it out to be.
As we move, all I can think about is how perfectly we fit together. It’s like he was made for me. I’m going to take advantage of every moment we have. I’ll commit this man to memory, my wild weekend with a sexy firefighter. Sawyer will star in every one of my fantasies for the rest of my life.
Chapter 4
Sawyer
I wake up with Clover in my bed. She fits perfectly along my body, her round ass pressed against my morning erection. I can’t help but roll my hips to get a little friction.
“Morning,” she murmurs. Her sleepy voice is a little husky and sexy as fuck.
“Did I mention I’m really glad Dave set me up with you?”
She laughs. “I think you did.”
My hand slides over her belly and up to cup one of her full tits. God, she’s sexy. I’m going to have a hard time keeping myself under control during the wedding today. “Are you going to tell Kelsey about this?”
“I hadn’t thought about it. Don’t you think it’ll be obvious?”
I laugh. “Probably. The guys were already giving me shit for not being able to keep my eyes off you at the rehearsal.”
“Well, it’s not really their business. I don’t think we need to tell anyone. That makes it even more fun.”
Disappointment settles in
my gut, but this is what we’d planned on. No strings attached. The idea is becoming harder to fathom as I realize I don’t want to let her go.
Her phone rings from the pile of clothes on the floor. Where the fuck did she hide that thing? She sits up, and mutters, “Shoot,” before glancing back at me. “It’s later than I thought. That’s probably Kelsey. I was supposed to meet her and the other bridesmaids for breakfast before our hair appointments.”
I sit up and grab her around the waist. “Don’t go. Tell her you’re hung over but you’ll be there for your hair and whatever. I want to fuck you again.”
She laughs but squirms out of my hold. “I have to do this. I’ll see you at the ceremony. And then you can have me all to yourself from the moment the first dance is over.”
I don’t think she understands how desperately I want her. “I might not be able to wait until the first dance.”
She’s standing now, pulling her lacy panties over her hips and then putting on the bra. “Waiting makes it even better.”
“True. But I need you to do something for me.”
One dark eyebrow rises. “What?”
“Bring me your panties before the ceremony starts.”
She glances down her body. “These?”
I shake my head. “No. I want you to walk down that aisle knowing I have your panties in my pocket. I want to know you’re wet for me and that all I need to do is slide your skirt over your hips before I sink into you.”
She shivers, her eyes blazing and for a moment I think she’s going to fight me on this, but then she nods. “You’re dirty.”
I laugh. “You don’t seem to mind.”
Her phone rings again, this time bringing an exasperated expression to her lovely face. “I really have to go.”
Nodding, I stand, not ashamed of my nudity. “Don’t want to get caught doing the walk of shame this morning?”
“Oh, I’m not ashamed one bit. Last night was the best sex of my life.”
“If I’m not mistaken, it was the only sex of your life.”
She shrugs. “So far.”
I can’t help but bristle at the idea of her being with other men. I know it makes me a hypocrite. I’ve been with plenty of women, but I’m sure no one else will cherish her the way I plan to. She deserves to be treated like the angel she is. “I’ll see what I can do about making it the best weekend of your life. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”
“Promises, promises.”
I wink at her and have to bite back a groan when she bends over to pick up her dress. Her ass perfectly shaped, round and beautiful. “You’re making this into a new form of torture.”
She steps into her dress and slides the fabric up her body. I’m jealous of a damn dress. “Sorry. Would you rather I walk back to my room in just my underwear?”
“Fuck no. I don’t think you understand what your body does to me.”
Her cheeks turn pink as she walks toward me. She slides her palm down my bare chest until she grips the rock hard steel of my cock. “I think I know exactly what I do to you.”
It takes everything in me not to pull her back to bed. We can’t miss the wedding, and if I give in, we won’t make it. “You’d better go.”
She strokes me, her touch making my eyes roll back in my head. “Maybe I should take care of you first?”
God, I want her to, but she’s right, waiting makes it better. “No. If you’re waiting until the reception, so am I.”
Leaning forward, she tilts up her chin and silently begs for a kiss. I claim her lips and pull her to me. If I could exist in the cocoon of this moment, I would.
Breaking the kiss, I step back. “Okay, sweetness. Go do your bridesmaid thing. I’ll see you at the ceremony.”
She turns and heads for the door, tossing a glance over her shoulder. Those dark eyes of hers burn into me and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, she’s my forever. I just don’t know how I’m going to make her mine.
Chapter 5
Clover
“Where were you this morning?” Abby asks from her spot next to me in one of the multiple pedicure chairs. We’ve been scrubbed, polished, massaged, and pampered all afternoon. Apparently, Abby arranged it all. She’s friends with the hotel owner’s wife. They were in a sorority together or something.
“I…had a late night.” Technically it isn’t a lie. Sawyer kept me up late.
“Sure.” She rolls her eyes. “I saw you get carried off to the elevator by Sawyer Harrison. God, that man is gorgeous. That whole family has amazing genes. It’s really not fair.”
“He’s pretty wonderful.” I have to admit the truth there. Sawyer and I have an intense connection. When I think of him, I can’t stop myself from smiling.
“Oh, my God. You’re in love with him.”
Kelsey pops her head out from behind her magazine. “Who’s Clover in love with?”
“No one,” I snap.
“Sawyer.” Abby is such a traitor.
“I knew you two would be good together!” Kelsey does a little fist pump and the nail technician frowns as she jostles in the chair. “Did you sleep with him?”
“It’s not a big deal.” My cheeks are so hot I’m sure they all know the truth.
“Holy shit, you did!”
“I’m a grown woman. If I want to hook up with a sexy firefighter I can. Besides, this isn’t going anywhere. We don’t even live close to each other.”
She cocks an eyebrow. “Yeah, you do.”
“What are you talking about? Are you telling me he commutes an hour and a half to get to Dave’s station?”
“Nope. He transferred about a year ago.” Her expression changes, like she’s suddenly uncomfortable with the topic. “His mom got really sick. He had to take over and help raise his little brothers. It’s crazy. We all thought he was going to marry his long time girlfriend, but he broke up with her, I guess.”
It’s then that it hits me. I don’t know anything at all about him. I’m stupid for even entertaining the idea of something more with him. I have to focus on what we do have. Sex.
Kelsey raises her hand and calls to the spa manager. “Can we get some more mimosas? I think my friend needs one ASAP.”
A few hours later, we’re all ready, dresses on, hair perfect, makeup flawless. All that’s left is for Kelsey to come out of her dressing room and grace us with her presence. Abby is bustling around, checking the other bridesmaids’ gowns, hair, jewelry, while anticipation builds in my chest. I have something to take care of for my groomsman. But there’s no way I’m doing this with all these women here.
Slipping outside of our room, I make my way down the hall until I find a bathroom. I lock the door and ruck up my rose pink dress, the organza fabric softly rustling as it moves. My white lace panties slide down my hips easily, but my hands are shaking. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m already insanely aroused at the thought of handing these to Sawyer. A knock on the door has me nearly jumping out of my skin.
“Shit,” I mutter, balling up the scrap of lace and hiding it behind my back.
“Sweetness, I know you’re in there. I saw you.” A shiver of pure desire races over me at Sawyer’s deep voice. “Let me in.”
I take a deep breath and walk across the tile floor, my heart beating hard enough for me to hear my own pulse. But then I think of his lips on mine and those big hands of his touching me. I’m not nervous. I want him. Flipping the lock, I move to grab the handle but he’s already pushing the door open. God, he’s gorgeous in his tux, his dark hair combed back, those green eyes shining with need. “Sawyer,” I breathe.
His hands are in my hair and I couldn’t care less whether he messes up the artfully arranged waves. I asked for it down for a reason. This. Our lips crash together and his low moan has arousal flooding me. “God, Clover, I fucking need you.” His words are murmured against my mouth, heated and passion filled.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I admit. “Everyone knew as soon as they saw me.”
He pulls away and smirks. “I guess we don’t need to hide it, then.”
“Maybe not.”
His fingers trail down my bare arms as he assesses me. “You look perfect. I thought the bride was supposed to choose ugly dresses so the bridesmaids aren’t more beautiful than she is?”
“Oh, believe me, Kelsey is going to be the most gorgeous woman in the room. No doubt.”
“I don’t think so.”
My cheeks heat at the look in his eyes. It’s one that says he’s not even going to glance her way. “Do you have something for me?”
My panties are still in my hand. Dangling them on one finger, I hold them out. “You mean these?”
“Yes.” He snatches the lace and tucks them into his breast pocket. “Right where I want them.”
“I can’t believe I’m going to be in a wedding with no panties on. I’m a good Catholic girl. I don’t do things like this. My biggest sin is blogging about the smutty romance novels I read.”
His eyes widen. “You have a romance blog? That’s almost more surprising than if you said you were a stripper.”
I can’t help it, I laugh out loud. “Those are two very different things. And I don’t get paid to blog. I just love reading.”
“So what do you do?”
“I manage a book store.”
“So…you’re kind of like a librarian?”
I laugh. “Sure. I’m a librarian who sells the books.”
“Hmm. You know, this makes sense now. I’ve always had a librarian fantasy. Do you have a pair of glasses?”
“Stop it,” I tease. “Or I’ll have to fine you as punishment.”
“Fuck, sweetness. I think being unable to touch you until hours from now is punishment enough.” His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he curses under his breath. “Damn. It’s time. I’ll see you out there.”
Taking a steadying breath, I back away from him and straighten my dress. “I’ll be the one with no panties on.”
