Chapter 34
Thirty-Four
Henry
She responds immediately, winding her arms around my neck as our tongues tangle. I push her back against the wall, pressing my body to hers as the heat between us flares bright and hot.
I should hate myself.
I should hate myself for fucking a bridesmaid when I should be outside mingling at my sister’s wedding. I’m the best man, for God’s sake.
But I can’t bring myself to stop.
Tabitha…
Her lush body, her sweet full lips, her beautiful tits that are pressing against my chest.
I’m hard as a fucking rock, and I grind into her as we kiss, kiss, kiss…
Until she breaks the kiss, pushing me away. She wipes her mouth.
“Tabitha…”
“We can’t…” she says.
“Oh, we can.” I bore my gaze into her. “You’re all I think about.
I’ve seen those gorgeous breasts of yours, tasted that sweet pussy and fucked it.
But I long to run my lips over every part of you, slide my tongue into your pussy again, make you come until you’re grabbing at my hair and begging for more. ”
My words hang heavy in the air between us, my chest heaving with the effort it took to admit it all. I watch her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes that are wide with surprise, and then they soften. A blush creeps onto her cheeks, and she ducks her head down.
“Is that what you think about?” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.
I tuck a stray curl behind her ear, my touch gentle this time. “Every damned minute,” I admit, my voice gruff with need.
It’s not a lie. Even when I’m ruminating over taking Ralph’s life. Even when I’m contemplating my birth mother. Even when I’m at work, on a call, in a conference…
Tabitha is there. In the back of my mind and clawing her way to the front.
She looks back up at me then, her eyes meeting mine. “I… I think about you too.” She traces the buttons on my shirt before she wraps her arms around herself as if suddenly shy.
A moment of silence passes before I pull her into my arms again.
“I want you, Tabitha,” I say softly, my voice just above a whisper.
“But what about—”
I quiet her with my fingers to her lips. “I know it’s Angie and Jason’s day. And we’ll be there. We’ll celebrate with them later. But right now, I want you. I need you. God, I fucking need you.”
I kiss her again, trying for gentle this time, but it evolves into another feral embrace.
She pulls away again, panting.
“Henry. You say you want to kiss me all over. There isn’t time for any of that now. We’ll be missed.”
“There’s time for what I crave,” I say.
She shakes her head. “No. Absolutely not.”
I slide my hand under her dress, gravitate toward her panties. “I bet you’re wet for me right now. Want me to prove it?”
“No,” she says, her blush deepening, but she’s not pushing my hand away. In truth, her body is leaning into my touch, her breath hitching as I trace the edge of her underwear.
“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper against her ear, my voice low and husky. “Let me taste you…”
She hesitates for a split second before nodding, biting down on her lower lip. Her eyes are filled with anticipation and a hint of apprehension, making my heart race.
I drop to my knees in front of her, pulling up the hem of her dress and revealing the lacy underwear beneath. She gasps as I trail my fingers along her thighs, inching closer to where she’s already wet for me.
My hands tremble slightly as I draw her panties down to her ankles, revealing the most intimate part of her. She’s gorgeous and perfectly shaved. I’m wrecked at the sight before me.
As I lean in, her arousal wafts toward me. I trace her delicate folds. She lets out a soft moan that sends a jolt of desire through me.
I glance up at her, our gazes locking before I duck my head and slide my lips over her sweetness. She gasps and threads her fingers through my hair as a shudder courses through her body.
I tease and taste, savoring every reaction she gives me. Her hips buck against my face, and I hold her steady, gripping her thighs as I delve deeper. Her breath hitches, growing ragged as I feel her body tense. She’s close.
I press my tongue against her clit, flick it back and forth in a rhythm that has her gasping.
“Henry,” she chokes out just as she reaches the edge.
Her body convulses as she comes undone under my touch. Her cries of pleasure echo in the otherwise silent room. I continue to lap at her until her tremors subside, savoring the taste of her climax.
And I’m ready.
Ready to shove my hard cock into that tight cunt and take what I need.
I turn her around, lay her across the bed, her skirt still at her waist.
I undo my fly and shove into her.
“Ah, God…” I grit out.
She feels so good, like heaven enveloping me in its warm embrace. I close my eyes, catching my breath as I adjust to the feel of her. She’s tight, so damned tight and wet and perfect.
She claws at the linens beneath her as I begin to move, each stroke slow and measured. I need to make this good for her. I need to show her that she means more than just a quick fuck to me.
I reach down and find her clit while I continue to thrust into her. She moans beneath me, the sound music to my ears.
“Henry,” she gasps out, her voice a mere whisper. Her body starts to tighten around me again.
I increase my pace.
“Let go, Tabitha,” I demand, my voice hoarse with desire.
Her walls clench around me as she comes undone once more, her cries filling the room. It’s all I can do not to lose control right then and there, but I want to draw this moment out. I want to savor her, savor us, for as long as possible.
She shudders beneath me, her breath coming out in shallow pants. The sight of her lost in ecstasy is enough to drive me over the edge. With a few more thrusts, I spill into her, the world blurring around me as intense pleasure overtakes me.
I collapse beside her on the bed and turn her to face me, both of us panting heavily. My heart hammers against my ribcage and sweat coats my skin.
“Tabitha…”
She shushes me with a finger on my lips. “No words,” she murmurs, cuddling closer to me. “Just hold me.”
Except I can’t.
Now that I’ve released, my sense has returned.
We’ll be missed at the reception. I can’t stay and hold her.
And for the first time, I wish I could.
I want more than just a quick romp with Tabitha.
“No,” I say.
Her eyes pop open. “No? This was just another wham-bam?”
I laugh. “Yeah. We have a reception to go to, remember?”
She shakes her head. “Now you’re concerned about Angie’s day? You left, and then you came back.”
I smirk. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
Her eyes flash with anger. And God, are they even more beautiful when they’re filled with rage.
“I wasn’t expecting you to invite me to take a ride on the Henry-mobile again,” she says, her voice filled with sarcasm.
I swallow. “You enjoyed it.”
“Maybe I did. But that’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
She pulls her skirt down and adjusts her clothes. She glances at me before heading for the door. “The point, Henry, is you need to figure out what the hell you want. And when you do, you’d better hope to God I’ll still be around to listen.”
She exits my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I run a hand through my hair, pondering her words. What do I want? Do I want Tabitha, or am I just looking for a temporary distraction from my reality?
One thing is clear. I can’t keep stringing her along. It’s not right, not fair to her. She deserves better.
And another thing is clear, and she knows it. We have to get back to the reception. Hell, I have to give a toast soon.
I quickly fix my attire, ensuring all the buttons are done up correctly and my shirt is straight. Taking a deep breath, I head out of the room to join the party.
Out of habit, I scan the area for Tabitha, even though I know she’ll be a bit longer.
She’ll go to her room to fix her hair and makeup before she comes out.
I see her date, Stephen, talking to my sister Sage.
God…
Do I need another reason to hate the guy?
I grab a plate and head to the table where appetizers are set up. My brother waylays me.
“Hey, we were looking for you. Where’d you disappear to?”
I blink. “I just needed a minute.”
He looks me up and down, his brow furrowed. “You’d better take your seat. They’re getting ready to serve dinner.”
I cock my head. “Already?”
He narrows his eyes. “Uh…yeah. You were gone for a while.”
Shit. “Okay.”
I’m part of the wedding party, so I’m seated at the long table set up in front, right next to Jason. Then Angie and her huge-ass wedding party, including places for all their dates, which includes Jesse as Bree’s husband, Dave as Maddie’s husband, and—fuck it all—Stephen as Tabitha’s date.
Would her date like to know she was just fucking me and coming under my tongue?
At least I’m far away from both of them at the long table.